The Grimoire of Knowledge.

As the Bards Guild began getting ready for their day I noticed the Grimoire of Knowledge sitting on its plinth close to their desk. Leather bound and embossed covers with metal clasps gave an elegance to its presence but hid the power within it. Later that morning my friend Laucian from the Healers would be called to check the pattern of a Rite Master who had centred a Rite around the book and found its power damaging.

Breastplate at the Armourers Guild.

It had been a little while since my last visit to the Armourers Guild and I was glad to find my way back there. It was a little early to say hello to the Masters but forge was waiting to be drawn. Standing behind a chair was an impressive breastplate and I made it the subject of this visit.

Bottles, Goblets, Rocks and Tankards.

The final morning of the GEF 1116 brought me back to the Tesseract. At the feet of the statues on the wall of the arena was an array of objects from the area of the Argonaught.

The Arrival of Master Ixxil

During a meeting of the Mages Guild I had my attention brought from my note book back into the realms around me by the arrival of Master Ixxil. His distinctive appearance is overshadowed by his knowledge of all matters magical and he had tasks and matters to discuss and assign to the mages senior to me. I decided it was best not to get in the way but I could not resist drawing the scene later when I was sitting selling my postcards later.

The Great Library.

Those of us who indulge in scholarly pursuits are well aware of the Great Library, one of the books sitting on the desk was bound in metal covers. Two good friend who often call by to see me on my sketching wanders were suitably impressed with the book and set me a challenge to draw it. Challenge answered my friends!

A Horned Skull in the Alchemists Guild.

After finishing my first sketch I walked over to visit the Alchemists Guild. I always seem to feel spoiled for choice with the array or bottles, apparatus and scrolls ready to be drawn. On this occasion my attention was caught by the horned skull sitting on the floor as if ready for the eager nib of a worn pen to pass the image on to those who take the time to glance over this book.

The Flame and the Tower.

The second full day of the GEF brought a warm morning to ease my old bones and draw me back into my strolling and sketching. Back in the Tesseract the tower blazed a bright flame from the roof as a beacon to those who would take the arena in contest later in the day.