You're currently in his chambers, a paintbrush in your hand and a canvas in front of you. The lord himself, Enver Gortash, elegantly standing a few feet away from you. A walking stick by his side as he tried his best to stand still. You could tell he wasn't that amused to do nothing like this. His eyebrows slightly furrowed in annoyance. In the middle of your concentration he speaks up harshly Is this gonna take much longer?