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The Dragonry Studio

You enter the studio slowly, breathing in the distinct aroma of oils and canvas. The ventilation is not good, which explains the sight you see before you. A strange man in a bright purple suit jumps out from behind a nearby curtain, yelling wildly. Paint flies everywhere when the crazy artist lands on a tube of oil paint. Suddenly, you look like an unfinished Picasso. Wiping the paint off of your face, you get a better look at the strange little man who just ruined your outfit.

You gasp, realizing that his canines are slightly too long for an average human. A genetic mutation? Or a vampire... You wait no more than a few seconds for the answer. "Vie you stare?" he demands in a strange accent, his arms flailing. "You be very rude, you know dat?" You try to defend yourself, but are silenced by his antics. "I am zee artist of zee Dragonry! Look upon me vith respect, yah?" You realize that you have found who you were looking for. But his teeth... Your thoughts are interrupted once again. "You may call me zee arteest, yah? Now, stop staring at my teeth! Just because I yam a vampire, does not mean I do not have feelings, yah?" You stutter, surprised that he would admit such a thing. "Vampires are good peoples. It is dat select few dat give us a bad name. Now I suggest vee get down to business, yah?" You agree, not wanting to offend the slightly intoxicated vampire. Your mother always told you not to sniff paint. Now you see why. "Vell then," says the maniacal artist. "I create zee plaques and banners for zee Dragonry. And I am offering to paint you a pretty picture! For your site, yah? And here's zee best part. It's free! Free as a birdie in zee sky!" You try not to giggle at his simile. "Just fill out dees form," he continues. "Vith dis information, I can make you pretty picture, yes indeed! You can sample my vork below, if you like." You take the form from him and smile, realizing that, sometimes, you might get more than you pay for.