Korsarro lifted the leather garment he had been crafting, he frowned "This will never do." He flapped an ear on the hood back and forth with his finger, it was far too loose. He placed it down and got back to work. The rest of the garment was nearly done, he only had to reinforce the chest area. He shook his head, it wasn't often he made things for Mary, the idea of draping such a young child in dead flesh seemed wrong. Even to him. But still, he worked, if worst came to worst then she might need the protection it brought. He layered the ears and chest, the ears would not flop quite so easily now, instead they bounced, landing back in the crooked position he had intended.<br/><br/>He stood up from his work and lifted the garment, placing it on his bed, where all his finished works went when they would soon be delivered to their new owners. He looked upon it and found himself smiling. It was funny how a Temple of hardened monks and warriors managed to melt just from one little girl. He sat back down and dragged the arm into his workspace. It would be hard work making full use of the flesh... but he was confident he would manage.<br/><br/>He began by stripping the skin, placing each strip in a small baisin of the preserving oils he so often used. The skin would have to soak, the bones and meat he could use now though. He stripped the muscle and various other small pieces of flesh and threw them into corresponding buckets he kept around his workbench. The bones... the bones he could use... But not yet. They were left on the desk, he would shape them appropriately when they were needed. For now. This would do.<br/><br/>He stretched once again, the time he had spent hunched over his bench had caused his back to complain somewhat, and a walk was exactly what he needed. He scooped up the garment he had made earlier from his bed and left the Tannery, surely it wouldn't take him too long to find Mary.