Wreathed in a crackling nimbus of blazing white light, the awesome figure of Lord Zvoltz, the
Architect looms in the foreground of this painting, throwing His surroundings into a dramatic
chiaroscuro of sharp shadows and bright clarity. The details of His form wavering and blurring
against the emerald walls of a small shop, He stands tall and austere before the viridian gemstone
counter with one lambent hand extended to offer a handful of gold sovereigns to the dumbstruck
shopkeeper. Tiny blue-white sparks dance along His fingertips and arc across the surface of the
coins, which appear dull and lacklustre beside the Lord Architect's incandescently fair skin. His
other hand cradles a frilled lace doily holding a ruffled, decadent macaron, half of which has
already been devoured, leaving telltale cookie crumbs and traces of buttercream on His lips. A
pinprick of jewelled light streams out from the half-eaten macaron, coalescing before Lord Zvoltz
into a blue sapphire bird of paradise with its beak open in song. Though His expression remains
impassive, a faint twinkle in His pale, prismatic eyes and the slightest curve of His lips betrays a
sense of inner satisfaction. Silhouetted behind Him, a group of mortals gape incredulously and
hastily bow to the Lord Architect, wide-eyed at the spectacle of an Elder God buying wares from a
shop.
It has 125 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 37 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of Archmage Irillia Shevat.