Upon entering the sculptor's house (the door wasn't locked), Mirastir's eyes met a rather strange room, its peculiarity stemming from the complete absence of furniture: only a wooden floor, wooden walls, and a wooden ceiling all around. The only things present besides this were hundreds of statuettes of various sizes, each depicting the goddess of love. There was a kind Arteria, a caring Arteria, Arteria with a sinister grin, a weeping Arteria, a warlike Arteria, and many other Artenias. In the center of the room, a man sat carving another statuette from wood. Judging by his long, gray hair and numerous wrinkles, he was not young, yet his large, calloused hands exuded great strength, and a large scar that stretched across his entire back, from shoulder to waist, spoke of a life that had not been easy. He didn't react to Mirastir's entrance in any way.