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| - Tai was no art expert and this painting didn't strike him any more than any of the others he'd passed by in The Garden, Stormwind's famed ... and stuffy ... art gallery. Still ... Tai glanced over at the well dressed noble born women, their clothes tailored to downplay their spreading backsides. They were chatting intently about the work, going on about the romantic, wispy young man who was the painter of this work. Tai had heard of him, in passing - this Miguel Jaserdain. He was quite the rage around the snobbier cirlces of the city at the moment. Tai smiled as he contemplated the two women talking about the painting before him. He could almost see it gaining value as he watched ... Tai pursed his lips to hide his smile, moving to the next painting hanging on the wall. The arched ceilin
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| - Tai was no art expert and this painting didn't strike him any more than any of the others he'd passed by in The Garden, Stormwind's famed ... and stuffy ... art gallery. Still ... Tai glanced over at the well dressed noble born women, their clothes tailored to downplay their spreading backsides. They were chatting intently about the work, going on about the romantic, wispy young man who was the painter of this work. Tai had heard of him, in passing - this Miguel Jaserdain. He was quite the rage around the snobbier cirlces of the city at the moment. Tai smiled as he contemplated the two women talking about the painting before him. He could almost see it gaining value as he watched ... Tai pursed his lips to hide his smile, moving to the next painting hanging on the wall. The arched ceilings towered over head and the lighting should have been terrible but the curators had paid some outrageous some of money to the Mage Academy here in the city to arrange for a very soft glow around the frame of each painting. Tai sniffed. He had his doubts about magick but he had to admit that Jaserdain's depiction of the throne room was perfectly lit ... Tai narrowed his eyes, examing the details of the work. The style was distinctive, that was certain ... Out of the corner of his eye, the next painting caught Tai's attention. He smiled; he was supposed to be here on business but how could he not enjoy a painting of his adopted city at night? Tai mused about just how difficult it would be to duplicate the texture of the waterpaintings. Rubbing his chin, he moved into the next gallery. Ah, here were the works of that elven artist, Michan Quel'danze. He'd been doing charcoal and paper sketches for, well, ages. Critics lauded him for his spartan, colorless view of the world. Gossips enjoyed spreading tales of his exploits in the well appointed bedrooms of the finest gentlemen in the land. It seemed he had a way with more than the tools of the artist ... Tai looked over the elf's renditions of the Alliance's major cities. The old proverb ran through his head, "By night, all cats are grey', and he smiled. Quel'danze's view of the world might not be so far from Jiang's own. He smiled, reminding himself he was here on business. Again, he looked at the work closely, taking in the details ... the canvas, the nuances to the strokes of charcoal ... The elf was a master and only a master could repeat such work ... Tai took a deep breath. There was one other well-known artist's work being displayed at the museum that Tai needed to inspect. The medium was unusual but the pieces were now found throughout the homes of the wealthiest Dwarves in Ironforge. He wandered into the next gallery, glancing at the other patrons before looking at the artwork. Tai peered up at the rough strokes of the painting before him. The Dwarven woman, Delbia Macurdy, painted with short, blunt strokes as one might expect a Dwarf to paint, Tai mused ... Still, there was something that jumped off the canvas ... Tai nodded, understanding why her works had become so popular, and so valuable. Tai again took note of the details of the woman's work, and turned to go, sparing only a glance for the paiting by the door. Tai came out in the light of the late afternoon and paused on the gallery steps. Taking a cigar out of his vest pocket, he ran down the candidates, comparing them. As he lit the cigar and took several enjoyable puffs, he smiled at himself. It really wasn't his decision. These were decisions best made by a master of the art. He'd have to see just how versatile this Domo was ... He smiled, taking a long drag and then slowly releasing the blue smoke. And then there was the matter of acquiring the originals. That recent theft of a painting from the Keep had certainly elevated security all over the city, and especially at The Garden. Tai's grin spread; he was sure Mur could handle the task ...
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