A black and white drawing, There is a faint whiff of Tyrian incense

a black and white drawing, There is a faint whiff of Tyrian incense, and the god Apollo stands before you, dressed in a sumptuous pink tunic, stained badly down one sleeve by juice from oranges. Popping another piece of fruit into his mouth, he begins: 'I think you should leave at once. Calypso's a bad thing, really. At least I think she is, or was once, or might be tomorrow. Something terrible could happen if you don't build yourself a raft and escape. I can't help you there, practicality and immortality just don't mix.' Then in a twist of orange peel the god is gone, back to his scrolls and prophesying..{{{{{monochrome}}}}}

worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, bad hands, bad body, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits