Fate attends it at all sides, Wise Diviner of the Speared Tree! [Like a true entrepreneur, or so he imagines, Anghel leaps on that glimmer of potential interest almost literally. In a flurry of movement, he whips out the first page of sample artwork from inside his folder and waves it as close to the stranger's face as he can get, hopping up and down for good measure.] In these are laid out the tale that shall transcend time and space to purge demonic blight from this land!

[Even if he was standing still, it would be difficult to immediately figure out what exactly he was trying to show her. It could be a bunch of somewhat scribbly-looking humanoid figures gruesomely melting into a jagged, fiery landscape, or it could just be a case of amateurish line art. But hey, if nothing else, this much scribbling must have taken him a while.]