It’s a Small World After All…

Oslan Pierce had made his way to be the director of a prestigious art school after the death of the Platts, and the ensuing chaos of Arthur's reign. During the initial maniac purges, he went on an "extended vacation" to the lands of the Imperium Divinum, ostensibly to study their art and architecture, but for the far more practical reason of keeping his head attached to his body. As Arthur's purges subsided, Oslan found his way back home, but retained his connections to the Divinians, and his fluency in Latin. One day, while reclining in his favorite sofa and staring at a picture of the Rebellion of 1822's famous - or possibly infamous - Field Oath, his aide approached him, and silently handed him a letter.

Oslan opened it without much thought and laid it out on his desk, looking back and forth between the picture of the Field Oath as he read. All those famous statesmen and lawyers, Oslan mused, what would they think now that the country was run by a mad scientist, and then after that a casino operator? He shook his head. He'd made money in the mayhem. After reading the letter and noting the sketches, Oslan blinked. That looked remarkably similar to something one of his own artists had drawn, if cruder, stiffer, less beautiful. Oslan opened his desk drawer, rifled through his files, and soon attached the appropriate image to the letter, bidding it be returned to Phrixos at all speed.


"Mr. Phrixos
I have received your images and concept art and viewed them favorably. They are quite similar to extant Dunwikki art that I own the rights to. I am open to handing over the right to distribute this art, you will receive a large portion of any proceeds you make from this endeavor, whereas I and my artists shall refine these sketches - attached herein are some example drawings.

I hope this finds you well.
-Pierce.

P.S.
I know your son drew this. He has potential. Have you considered sending him to our academy to refine this?"