I walked over to the wolf, “I’m going to skin the wolf now that I have a knife.” “What’s your skinning skill?” asked Shart. “Untrained.” “I’ll be over there,” gestured the demon, as he walked over to a nearby tree and collapsed again. Twenty minutes later, I walked over to where Shart sat, fanning himself with a leaf. “Wow, that went as well as I expected,” he stated, “How did you get fur in your teeth and do we need to bury that?” “I don’t want to talk about it.”
