Korsarro clears his throat and looks at the monstrous face "Hmm.. its preserved rather well for nothing being used on it... it should manage until I can get it properly preserved, I have some treatment oils in the Tannery for sanctifying and whatnot." He inspected the edges carefully,  judging the tears to be mendable. "I can smooth the edges without losing too much size... what do you wan from this thing anyway?" Korsarro surprised himself with his remarkably sober quesions, it would appear that business did indeed come before pleasure, unless the two could be mixed. Then Korsarro could happily live in solitude to worship the Beessiah.