He nods, because he does want to help, but there's a measure of reluctance caked onto it, because he has no idea where to begin. The mages in the castle need to invent some kind of Google for dusty old books, and they need to do it fast. Then the request to draw what he'd seen evokes more obvious balking. He eyes the paper and crayons somewhat helplessly.

"It's not going to be any good, just so you know," Wilhelm warns with the air of a joke.

The blue crayon seems the best tool for the job. He starts with a thick neck, works up to a jaw, a nose, closed lips, all crudely rendered. Then he pauses, trying to remember how it looked, scrunching his eyes shut to call it to the blank backdrop of his mind. He taps the page with the butt of the crayon.

"This part looked sort of like...a huge statue, or something. Then..." Growing all over it, a tangled thicket of blue grass. Jutting from the top, three spindly masts. "There."

He passes the completed drawing to Wanda with a shrug.