A presence subtly (oh so obviously) fills the space next to Fever as she looks across the Photos at Sea display, bright and beaming and twirling her hair.

"How do you think they made these? They're too perfect to be paintings, and it's hardly a worthwhile use of illusion." The woman beside her is the quintessential adventuring bard; brightly dyed and impeccably kept padded armor, well worn boots, a backpack to which is strapped a lyre, a flute, and a hand drum. Even the tips of her horn are dyed.

"I've been trying to figure it out for ages, hoping someone properly clever looking might come along and help me get to the bottom of it." Wink!