Scholars Circle [Festival Crafting for Intellectuals]

Wyndelin worked his teeth into the bark of the stump, seeking to free it from the rest of the wood. The rest of the tree lay upon the ground, parts of it burnt suggesting a lightning strike which wasn't all that surprising. Most of the land was incredibly flat. It wouldn't surprise him to learn that the trees of these plains were picked off one by one as the spring and summer storms rolled through. He wanted to pry the bark off in one nice piece so he could use it as a plate or work space. It wasn't going quite as he planned.

Wyndelin settled down near the stump, mulling over his approach as he pulled a few strands of leather from his bundle. He might as well braid and think while he was working. He carefully nudged the tops of each strand with his paws til they lined up at the top. Then taking his fangs he delicately nipped the top and using his paws tied a knot. Of course it slipped at the last second so his strands were uneven. Oh poo…

He looked up as another man joined him. Wyndelin smiled. "Hello there! Come to get away from the crowds?" He just spied the bone in the man's mouth. "Oh, sorry! I didn't see your mouth was full."