[Regifortis]

Tobias quirked an eyebrow at the King in question. He was willing to stay unassuming and see if it were someone else, but no chance of that anymore. They were cutting right to the chase, and he wondered how the rest of this was going to go already. "I'm very curious how you decided to tell this tale, treasured. Especially with how you've drawn me."

A lovingly rendered picture of a tall and brawny man showed its bold colors of red and blue for the dirty logger's clothes, orange for the chainsaw engine, and a rather pleasing blend of red and orange for the shaggy hair dusting his muscular body. His face looked bored and unhappy, looking around the dark forest colored in deep greens and even deeper blues. Tobias stood out boldly against the gigantic trees and gentle sunlight dappling from the canopy. He looked like he didn't belong there at all.

But most importantly, the artist gave Tobias rather...generous features. He could only wonder how his King drew himself.