GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
The macaque continued to ignore the wolves as he worked before tapping Hari on the shoulder and gesturing to a mark made several inches from the butt end of the blade. Hari nodded and quickly turned his attention back to his darling niece. He feigned horror at her words. "You would steal my knife? What I have been slaving over all day?!" The monkey resisted the urge to glare at Harbringr since, curteousy of his opposable thumbs, he was doing most of the work. Though he had to admit most of the kiln had been Hari's idea. He'd give the wolf that much. Ari diligently worked on the knife scoring it and using a pliers to pluck the knife from the rod before quenching it in liquified animal fats.
"Yes, yes, we will tell you everything you wish to know. What we are making is called a knife. It is a sharp piece of metal that is stronger than bone. It can be used to wound your enemies. Though at the moment it is very hot." Deathbelle would have quite a string of words to say to him if he let Pestilence touch a hot metal blade.
