Korsarro let out a long breathe, thanking almighty Buzzia that his body was still in all of the peices it had been when he had entered the Reliquary. He patted the book, and then stretched, he had much work to do. It would not be easy to pry knowledge from the book safely, but he had promised to change his methods and Vernasus was a much stronger man than he would like to have coming after his head. He cleared his throat and made his way to the Tannery, he had much to do and not a lot of time. With the possibility of a demon already in the Temple the new armour would have to be done quickly. He opened the door to his Tannery, finding it to be the same small hut that contained his workshop as it had always been, the insides still being cluttered with the usual piles upon piles of materials he needed, each wall lined with tools, some generalised, some used for specific animals or specific body parts. He nodded and breathed deep. It was good to be home. The book he had pilfered was placed under his pillow, he didn't want to leave it laying around where just anybody could see it. He looked over to his desk and found the arm he had politely requested laying on it. He smiled, the guard had done as he had asked quite nicely. He moves the arm to the side and grabs a handful of leather from a basket marked "Cat" and begins his work...