to be a star you must burn

Incubus was prescribed tea and bedrest to allow his sprained tail to heal. He was trying to be good and do what Seere told him to but it was hard. Incubus was not one to just lounge around and honestly he was growing bored of just patrolling. Obviously it was his duty and that was fine, but he missed adding a little bit of action into his life. That being said, today he was going to try something new. As a rogue he really had no use for weapons. He never stayed in one spot for too long and he'd likely put a target on his back for thieves if he was lugging around too many belongings. But, now that he was in Ashen Incubus was determined to start learning the art of crafting all sorts of battle equipment. Not just weapons but armor and other useful items. Perhaps that tea Seere taught him how to make was churning a somewhat untapped creativity in his mind.

After finding a good slim yet strong branch from one of the white trees Inc found himself laying down near the shrine. He figured if he was in a common area someone may want to join him or merely just say hello. Incubus' den was tucked away and he was often rather reclusive. This was his best attempt at being social. That being said, if no one approached he wouldn't be slighted in the least. Incubus was not easily offended.

Incubus took his makeshift rock knife between his teeth and began to drag the sharp end along the branch. Taking off the bark and any uneven bits. His goal right now was just to get the branch smooth and even.