Alvon presented Rhianna to another crowded room, this one likewise filled to the brim with both artists' supplies and paintings of her, including one rather risqué one underneath his bed, though the artist didn't kick it underneath the bed in time for it to escape the rogue's notice. With a blush more appropriate for a schoolgirl than a full-grown adult, the man turned his face away from the feytouched beauty as he cleared some room for her on a desk to put her things.<br/><br/>As Rhianna mentioned that she might need a wake-up call, the spellbrush pointed his finger up to the air as if he had an idea.<br/><br/>Walking over to a large grand-father clock, Alvon scrutinized it for a moment, counted on his fingers and did arithmetic in the air for a few minutes, then took out a finely crafted brush and painted what looked like a mouth.<br/><br/>"After the clock has ticked... fifty seven thousand, six hundred times..." he commanded the splotch of ink. "Repeatedly say 'Wake up!' ...and uh, shout it too."<br/><br/>The painted mouth came alive and opened wide, stretching a piece of wood apart on the clock "WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" It began shouting. The artist nodded his head up and down, shouting back at it, "Yes! Yes! Yes! That is correct! Stop!"<br/><br/>The mouth went silent, and Alvon turned to Rhianna with a smile, "It should do that again in about, oh, a dozen and four hours or so."<br/><br/>"Is there anything else you need?" He asked with his eyebrows arched in curiosity.<br/><strong><br/>Edit:</strong>I suck at math... And reduced some redundency. :P