“Goatee!”
Tamie ran up to the goatee-bearded man, who sat on a chair and smoked a cigarette, with sunglasses covering his eyes, but unable to cover his carefree expression.
“Huh?” he adjusted his glasses, “What is it, Tamie?”
“Goatee, I… I heard you have a strong muse too, like me, so I had some questions…”
“Ah,” Goatee extinguished the cigarette into an ashtray, and turned back to her: “Take a seat. Let’s have a talk”.
Tamie smiled and sat before him on another chair.
“So, is it true that your muse came to life?”
Goatee bitterly chuckled.
“Yeah, she did, when I was like thirty-four. I had mastered my craft and reached the Demigod rank of the Builder Class. I finished the statue of her, and it looked so beautiful… it portrayed her so well! In each of my piece, be it a simple pair
