Another one of the characters from my amazing, never-completed fantasy novel. Fosle is the son of the town Mayor. He'd rather be telling stories or performing sleight of hand than appearing at town functions, but the son must follow the father, right? Then again.... Excerpt from bloated epic that doesn't really match drawing: 'His smile could scarcely be any larger. It was actually quite a pleasant smile, she thought. In fact, Fosle was looking rather well this evening. His light-green cap gave his gray eyes a nice hint of emerald. Amazingly, his unruly, shoulder-length hair had been partially tamed to fall in waves behind his ears. Although his face and figure might be a little gawky, she couldn’t call him ugly, in fact, his large-boned face was actually appealing in a puppyish sort of way.' Pencil sketch.