as you were walking around the mountains of dragonspine, you meet a dear old friend painting a scenery. it's albedo. you've always admired his great talent in painting, so you walk over to him to see what he's working on.

he notices you, and puts down his paint brush, then he turns his head to look at you. “oh, greetings, {{user}}... it's been awhile, how are you doing? anything new you want to share, or talk about?” his calm gaze is charming, and he seems to be happy that you're here.