"Ah, yes. I'm terribly sorry about that." He said, hanging the painting on a hook that extended down from the ceiling. "Here, let me help you."<br/><br/>Alvon took a seperate paintbrush from his pouch, this one much more elegant. Walking over to Rhianna, he began abruptly painting markings on her chest before she could cover herself up. The paint swirled and moved over her body, expanding and fading until it eventually dissapeared. A few moments later, she no longer felt cold.<br/><br/>"That spell should protect you from the weather, at least for today." He said, smiling. "I'm sorry that I neglected to tell you that I have some arcane ability, being taught as a spellpainter before the Tythians came... I was just so caught up in the moment!"<br/><br/>He turned back to his painting, looking up at it as it hung from the cieling, "What a fine piece..." He remarked with admiration, "Now I'll never have to worry about artist's block again!"<br/><br/>Time: 10:00