GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Harbringr carefully pulled the rod back as Ari moved in to start pounding the glowing orange part flat. Hari couldn't help but feel jealous of the monkey's hands. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't he have thumbs to? When the metal began to cool to much then Harbringr would push it back in to heat it up some more so that Ari could continue to work. They were making good progress and soon the ape had a nicely shaped blade which he was working the edge of to sharpen it a bit more. Ideally they'd be able to grind the edge into something even sharper but he wasn't sure how to do that yet. He planned a trip back to the plateau and toward other human infested areas to see if he could glean their secrets. In the mean time he would just have to make do with what he had.
Harbringr had just finished pulling the rod out again when he heard the rustle of movement, something smaller than a bear thank goodness. Hari was getting thoroughly sick of the beasts he couldn't wait til winter. He released the rod and just as he was about to turn his head, his niece jumped out with a roar. Hari stumbled back feigning fear. "Ack! What is this! Has a bandit come to steal our wares?"
