Berin held the list up for his "Likeness".
The painting's glassy eye seemed to roll around at a pace that made Berin feel queasy, despite his earlier thought, he still found it odd to be staring at the majestic painting above the empty throne.
Clearing his voice and steadying his quivering legs, he coughed and bellowed "My Likeness! The Armaments List!"
There was a moment, of uneasy silence, Berin felt sweat beads roll down his forehead, as he held the list up for this painting. When the painting spoke his voice was Icy.
"I asked for the Armaments list, boy! Not a blank piece of paper!"
Berin's stomach turned to lead.