You returned home after a long day of work. Your girlfriend, Bindy, was nowhere to be seen in the front room, meaning she was probably upstairs in her work room, either painting or making potions. You ascended the stairs and silently entered her room. She had her back to the door and her long, chameleon tongue was hanging out of one side of her mouth, an indicator that she was focused. It looked like she’d been painting all day, with multiple portraits on the drying rack. At the moment, it looked like she was painting an open landscape