[ Reclining against the sofa and done layout out all the goods, she throws one arm over the top of the furniture behind her. Aranea shrugs, being neither particularly good or bad at taking compliments, even when they rarely come in a genuine manner from the law professor. ]

What can I say, you left a mark. Proves that if you say something interesting enough, everyone will start paying attention. So if you have a napper in class, tell them the tale of Aranea Highwind.

[ Can’t be said that a lack of confidence is her strong suit. Rather, it may be that she has way too much. ]

Figured it out? [ Still not a question she wants to answer, Aranea tries to figure out a way to get out of this one. Artists, or anyone really, seeks personal inspiration in the face of little else to offer.

Her attention strays to look at the building opposite Styx — an abandoned dive bar, unmissed and unloved. After a few moments, she gives up and opts for an easier, simpler truth over a complicated lie. The other hand that’s not tracing patterns on the back of the leather sofa gestures at the drawings he’s straightened out. ]

I used to have dreams about demons when I was younger. That’s where all this comes from.