Oskar's reward, unsurprisingly, is that we can get him to paint our picture (or one of our companions').
"Here he is - the hero of the hour! My brushes are oiled, the canvas prepped, and you..."
"Well, you're comfortable. That's the main thing. So, shall we begin?"
Everyone around here is SUCH A FUCKING DICK about HECTOR'S CLOTHES.
"There's something wrong with what I'm wearing?" Hector says between his teeth.
"No, no, no, of course not!" Oskar says brightly. "As an artist, I want to capture your true essence in this portrait. Bloodstains and all."
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Hector is pretty pissed at Oskar and wants very little to do with him at this point. But he got Karlach's portrait painted anyway.
Because even though he knows it wasn't meant literally... he can't turn down anything that promises her immortality...
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