A Bos-hair Paintbrush

The ex cleric sat on a sawn of tree stump, his boots deep in the thick moss that seemed to cover everything. Insects buzzed but he was intent on the small easel in front of him. The fallen tree had revealed a small logging camp seemingly possessed by the tools once used there. Although the haunted camp wasn't as large or dangerous as some of the areas he had explored it needed marking non the less.

The ex cleric smiled as the fine haired brush made quick work of the update, a wonderful gift he was pleased to put to good use. Once the update was complete and the artwork packed away the cleric headed to Caer Laleldad, a very old friend had recently reminded him of a dry spot that would be perfect for the more detailed drawing he had in mind next.