Chapter 113 The Painting

• Tristan
• They had stopped at the art gallery before dinner. Tristan was already drunk; halfway to being in a stupor.
• He held his drink well and walked along with Grant and Sylvia, his tall, muscular physique fetching him many a curious and interesting look from the people there. It was a crowded affair. Some of the most well-known artists of the state had got together to exhibit their paintings and works.