10th Ashan 717
Previously that trial...
A goose. Fridgar's second ever totem since losing everything was a freaking goose. Excluding his self totem of course. He carried the 'beast' in his arms, strange enough, he wasn't hungry anymore. Still though, he felt a strong desire to consume the bird. Thankfully, he would get that opportunity. Not wanting to mess up the living quarters Vuda had provided him, Fridgar walked for the Inn while carrying the goose. Despite all the weird looks cast his way for carrying a live goose, he was given a room for the night and Fridgar immediately let himself in after paying the fee.
No time to lose, he set the goose down on the table provided and slung his bag into the floor. He took his clamp, hand drill, bowl, hand saw, crafter's glue and precision scissors from the bag and lined the neatly on the table beside the goose. The creature looked to him uncertain with its bulging googly eyes, to make matters worse for itself it honked as loud as it could in his face. Fridgar snapped suddenly and bit into the creature's neck and pressed, decapitating it in an instant. He discarded the head by throwing it somewhere behind him and got to work on the main body.
First, he opened it up with the precision scissors and set its skin to one side. Then, to sate the hunger he'd picked up, he sunk his fangs into the animal's guts - still warm. He tore chunk after chunk from the creature's skeleton, but put aside some blood in the bowl. Once the skeleton was bare, he was more than satisfied and laid down the bones. The frame was far lighter that most skeletons due to its avian nature, he knew from past totems that the bones were hollow to make flight more achievable for the bird in question. He cut off a strip of the beast's skin and set it on the windowsill with the sun beating down on it.
Meanwhile, he selected the bird's humerus and checked it over - still in good condition! He put it on the table and took hold of his hand saw, then sawed through the end of the bone carefully. It gave way far easier than other bones, which Fridgar appreciated; he didn't want to spend too much time on this project. Once ready, he set the bone in the clamp with the sawn-off end pointing up. He then poured the blood into the hollow bone, just above halfway. Shaking his bloodied head, he took hold of a brush from his bag and used it to apply the glue to the rim of the sawn-off end of the bone. Then, he pressed the part of the bone he'd removed into the glue and held it there while he adjusted the clamp.
Once the clamp had applied properly and held the bone in place, he turned his attention to the strip of skin. He'd needed something to do while the glue dried, so he got to plucking the reddened feathers from the dry piece of skin.
A tedious task, but Fridgar managed. By the time he was finished, the glue had dried on the bone. Taking hold of the brush once more, he painted the length of the bone with glue then wrapped the bone in the naturally-waterproof strip of dried skin, sealing the deal with the final sovereign substance. The totem was ready for dedication, he could feel it.
