Boots of Spanish Leather

Áskell grinned at Gossamer then cocked his head when she mentioned a bracer. "Bracer? Isn't that a kind of armor? What good is that going to do when fighting a predator?"

"Ok, that piece there looks good." Kári pointed toward one of the longer pieces. "You'll want to finish chewing it into the right shape." Áskell nodded, if there was one thing he was good at it was chewing on stuff. Áskell dipped his head and got to work, chewing very carefully on the bone to refine the blade. He then picked it up and rubbed the blade against the granite to sharpen it even more without risking cutting his mouth.