@infinite-xerath liked for a starter
Fingers fiddle around his brush as energy makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Golden hues looking upwards at what would be a mighty god to some, the magic it possessed arcing off its body as it loomed ahead. A living embodiment of endless power that could surge and strike any unlucky enemy down with a single beckon of a digit. It's striking to see him, acolytes warily watching the painter as he stands there awkwardly. Unsure what to do now that he was face-to-face with the one they called Xerath.
"I apologize for intruding," he said, his voice shaking with uneven breath as he tried to calm his anxiety. Eyes staring at him from every corner of the room - it did not help. " I promise to not make this a habit. "