One of the few minis that I haven't been asked to go all-out on. It felt pretty weird to not have to pour a ton of effort into the paint job, but on the other hand, it shaved off a lot of time, and it still looked tabletop ready. So, request fulfilled.


The rogue swiftly cupped a hand over the magistrate’s mouth to muffle her dying gargles, and slowly lowered her to the floor so as to not make a sound. Pulling his daggers from the dead body with a squelch, his ears pricked up as voices approached down the hallway. He wouldn’t have time to hide this one. Clicking the heels of his Boots of Elvenkind, he silently sprinted off into the night. His work was done.