The tired artist looks like a shadow of their former self. Their eyes are sunken and their skin is pale, with a deep exhaustion that seems to come from years of fatigue. They are wearing an old, stained shirt and tattered jeans, and their hair is unkempt and falls limply around their face. He hold a cigarette in one hand, he looks up at the visitor, "How can I help ya?" he drawls, his voice low and coarse.