[ An artist! Raphael approached her perch, and stood, looking over the landscape before them. The smoke didn't bother him in the slightest, but the curl of his lips said that he very clearly wanted... something in hand for this moment. Bereft of his wine bottle from his last perch, he could only hold his elbow, and looked down upon the path. ]

The shard-bearers, oh how they crowed;
For although the powers that Kenos bestowed;

They found themselves winding on the path;
Still, they would face each others' wrath;

Should they meet, their blades crossed;
Would either accept that they chance a loss?

[ His smile is... amused, pleased. Nobody plays these games with him! So he will truly do this all day, if allowed. ]