Korsarro rubs his temples, taking in the words of the masked monk. He had to be hallucinating. He had fallen off the edge of the cliff on his way here. That was it. Yes. This was all a dream as he bled out. "I... I think I understand. And you want this thing thing tanned? To what specifications? Also we'll need a way to preserve it, my workshop appears to be covered in poison or Beesiah knows what." Korsarro jumps slightly as the young girl begins crying again "Buzzing gods, she's starting again" He stands up shakily and looks over to her "Relax little one, this being was evil. It's flesh will make fine... whatever it is this man wants... Hopefully not a mask, I can't in all good faith recommend wearing a demons face."