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Modella's was open by the looks of it. Windchimes at the door and incense welcomed them into a painter's workshop. The pleasant smell of paint crafted from all sorts of exotic ingredients mixed with the incense.

A lone easel stood in the middle of the room with a painting of a familiar face on it. A rough draft of Garran's face.