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Nya finally starts saving the snakeskins from her kills.

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Preserving Snakeskin

Postby Nya Winters on November 25th, 2017, 12:49 am

Timestamp: 26 of Fall, 517 AV (Late Afternoon)


Nya had herself a very large snakeskin and she didn’t want to waste it. Preserving skins was something she’d been told about and practiced, but not something she’d done with actual snake skins. She’d already tried several preservation tactics that had been more miss than hit but the Kelvic wasn’t ready to give up just yet. A wiser man than her had told her snakeskin did well under vegetable tanning and that’s the way she should go with it. A lot of snakes were taken in and around the settlement so she had lots of opportunity to try and tan the skins even if she ruined a few learning. The most important things she had…. a surface to tan on and the tanning formula she’d need since she was laying out the skin not soaking it in barrels. She had a log all laid out by the worktable that was roughly twice as long as the skin was and hewed off smooth to make a table of sorts for laying out her skin. Randal had helped her with that, trading work for meat, in the sheering off half the rounded log into a work surface she could use.

The Kelvic had assembled her tools. Nya had more tools now that she had picked up her order from the Mercantile and gotten her sewing, building, cooking, and campfire kits. She had a knife, nails, hammer, small rags, an assortment of stones to use as weights, and salt. The salt she’d had to buy from the Mercantile because the Kelvic had long since learned she didn’t have the patience to evaporate sea water to gain salt. James also traded a few of her belts for Alum that she could mix with oak bark to make her tanning solution. That was what she was going to do first.

Nya had already gathered buckets of oak bark from the trees higher up in the hills. They weren’t the sort of oaks she was used to back in Syliras. Instead they were the type of oak that one could strip bark off of in long sheets and have a spongy material Randal called ‘cork’. The Cork Oaks did well for what she wanted though…. the deep mixture in their bark that helped vegetable tan leather. From the Mercantile she’d purchased large oak barrels, two of them, and had oak bark soaking in them in salt water. The resulting ‘tea’ thickened daily until all she had to do was add alum and more salt to have her tanning solution. Rather than salting the whole barrel, Nya prepared tanning solution one batch at a time so she could frugally use the tea. In a small bucket she strained the bark out of the tea, added a cup of salt per gallon of tea and then a half a cup of alum. If she had hair she wanted burned off a skin, she’d add ash from her fireplace and just soak the skin in the mixture stirring it frequently.

But that’s not what she was doing this time. This time she was tanning snakeskin with the scales still on. The python she’d killed at The Syka Commons was colorful and would make interesting leather already patterned. Her idea was to try and preserve the skin to maybe make a colorful belt or even a bright sheath for someone’s Kukri. Nya wasn’t sure what she’d do with the leather, but she definitely wanted to make the skin into a leather.

The first thing she needed to do was make sure the entire snakeskin was split along the belly scales which were big bulky things. Because she’d skinned the snake and saved the meat, she had slit it from its vent to its chin, right along the belly so it should be perfect. Nya unrolled the skin scale side down and laid it along the log that she was going to use to work it. Once it was laid out, Nya took a dull knife (dull because sharp knives were too easy to cut through the delicate skin) and scraped what looked like leftover meat, sinew, and fat off the flesh. She wanted to avoid any holes because as she processed the skin the holes would get bigger, more noticeable, and less of the leather would be workable.

Once laid out, Nya knew she needed to afix the hide to the board. Taking her metal thumbtacks and her small hammer, Nya stretched out the skin and began pressing the tacks into the wood, hammering where she couldn’t press the tack in with her fingers alone. She laid the hide out with the snake facing down, tacking so she kept the scales straight – unstretched – and uniform. She put far more tacks in the tail section but spread them out as she moved forward towards the business end where the snake head used to be. She also made sure she had it tacked down straight then went back and added more tacks when she thought she had it perfectly aligned to dry straight.

Next she took out salt and spread it liberally over the hide. The idea, she knew, was to let it sit there until all the water in the snakeskin was gone. It would be best if it was dry and crunchy but not brittle. In Syliras, she’d never be able to tan the snake with any alacrity, but in Syka in the full sun she was able to let it lay just a bell or two and the skin would be prefect. Overnight would be too much because the hide could get so dried out that it would be brittle, crack, and fall apart.

Nya used the passing bells to stain her oak tea, mix alum in it, and cork it in a smaller flask ready to apply to the snakeskin when she was ready for the next step. When the skin was dry enough, it was time for the tanning solution. First Nya brushed all the loose salt off the skin with a small whisk broom and saved it in its own container for reuse. She wasn’t sure how many uses she’d get out of the salt, but it was better to reuse it as long as she could for tanning than waste it and have to buy new salt. Once the skin was clean of salt, dry, and bare… she was ready to dose it with solution.


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Preserving Snakeskin

Postby Nya Winters on November 26th, 2017, 10:00 pm





Nya spread the tanning mixture thickly over the skin. She was heavy handed, but didn’t drown the skin. She wanted to makes sure she had enough on the skin so that all of it would get soaked up by the dry hide but it didn’t evaporate in the heat leaving the skin too dry to be usable. That was a mistake she’d made with other skins. Nya spread it carefully, using a little brush she’d put together using a twig and thin cut bamboo slices, then coated the whole thing until it had an orange tint. She let the hide soak overnight, applying more when it seemed to be getting too dry.

Leaving it weighted down, she would only remove the weights aka stones, burlap, and the board when she was ready to clean it the next morning.

The next morning she got a wet scrap of cloth and cleaned the rest of the unabsorbed solution up. Her hide was wet, flimsy and floppy now. She got out burlap then, removing all the thumbtacks from the hide and laid the fresh clean cloth over it. Then, over the burlap she laid thinly planed piece of timber. Weighing the ‘board’ down with rocks, Nya made sure the burlap would absorb any excess moisture. She made sure it was nice and heavy, weighted down in the heat of Syna’s bright sun. She left the weight on a few hours and removed them only when she was certain the hide was completely dry.

Pulling the burlap up, Nya was a little shocked to discover a lot of the bigger outside scales seemed to pull off with the burlap. Flipping the hide over, she noted all the scales were loose. Taking tweezers she began plucking at them, realizing suddenly that snakes had multiple scale layers and that the only layer she was loosing in the tanning was the rough worn outside layer. Once those scales where brushed, plucked, or blown gently off, a bright inside layer inside was revealed. Nya ran her hand over it, pleased, noting the bright color of the snake was still preserved and looking well.

The skin side was smooth, soft, something that could be easily worn against her skin. She decided a few projects would be in order. Some, of course, she’d need to sell to the Mercantile. It just made sense and she had to get her inventory there up a bit. But what was left of the scrap she could make herself some pretty almost feminine things to wear. Nya hadn’t had much of a chance to have anything feminine. And maybe some of the other ladies in the colony would like that as well. The Kelvic thought hard what she’d like to make with the skin – beings as it was a big one – and looked at the thickest section. It would be plenty large enough to cut triangles to make squares of cloth to house breasts for the more modest women of the colony. The pretty patterning on the scales would make them appealing too. Would they itch or scratch? Nya ran a thumb over the snakeskin to test it and decided it was as smooth as butter.

Fetching her metal measuring square, Nya laid out the skin scale side down and began measuring out small, medium and large bikini squares from the hide. If she minded the patterning and laid the large squares in the middle of the snake and the graduated the sizes down towards the tail, she had enough to make two or three sets of each. There would be enough material left too in order to make the bottoms. Cutting frugally, six bikini’s with plenty of scrap left on each skin for armbands and wrist bands was a brilliant move. It would maximize her ability to make the skin pay for itself and earn her some income. And truthfully, making something as simple as bikini meant she didn’t need a pattern. Covering female parts didn’t take rocket science, just some common sense. Fingering the leather again, she decided she was going to make the bottoms out of plain leather… because the scales might chaff between the legs. The bikini bottom, though, could be trimmed with snakeskin across the top both front and back to match the cups and make the bikini look like it was designed to go together.

Nya smiled. She never thought in deciding to work leather that she’d also be something of a tailor. But it suited her. The Kelvic enjoyed being creative and loved having something to do in what she considered her recovery time. Syka, after all, was all about recovery. So, taking her knife she began cutting the snakeskin, carving out two pairs each of the snakeskin cups in small, medium in large. Then, knowing she’d need strips for the bottoms, she cut strips that went in the same direction as the bikini patterns and set them all aside. The cups had to be cut larger than the actual material was needed because she would fold and hem the edges on them. Nya would wait for the bottoms, needing to find a matching shade of vegetable tanned leather to use for those.

The Kelvic set the cups aside and studied what remained of the skin. The snake itself had been patterned in greens and browns and a beautiful almost yellow tanned diamond. The patterning was unique and would look very good as an arm band to maybe hold a dagger or even a dagger sheath itself. Nya nodded to herself, and decided she’d make from the scraps several arm bands and maybe even a headband or two if there was enough material left.

Glad she’d bought a tape measure from Juli, Nya quickly measured her head and arms, noting down the length with a stick of charcoal on the surface of the wood table where the snake had been preserved and pressed. Then, using the rest of the snakeskin – mostly the small pattern by the tail – she cut the arm bands and headband.

Left with just scrap, Nya gathered it up in a neat bundle and stored it in a chest under her workstation. She’d been accumulating a lot of scrap lately. There’d be enough or decorations of all kinds soon enough.


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Preserving Snakeskin

Postby Nya Winters on November 26th, 2017, 10:52 pm



Once the snakeskin was put away, Nya went through her leathers until she found a soft to the touch vegetable tanned doeskin. She liked doeskin because it was soft and one could get it wet repeatedly and then let it dry and the only upkeep it truly needed was a deep infusion of oil after every good soaking to keep it soft. Triangles out of the doeskin wouldn’t work for the bottom. IT had to be an hourglass shape with a soft liner in the middle flared out at the hips. Nya had a pair of silk underthings from her time as a Nitrozen slave, so she dug them out and sacrificed them on the alter of her own scissors to make a pattern. She didn’t want them to look like panties, but rather like bikini bottoms, so she removed the side seems to get the general shape, then cut them down so that they would modestly cover ones rear and ones mound and be attached by side ties much like the top was. A strip of decorative snakeskin could be placed at the top on each front and back. So she cut two small, two medium and two large and set them aside.

She got out her awl and thread, stringing a needle, and began to first add the decorative strips of snakeskin to each doeskin bottom she’d cut. The tool she needed was the groover. It was a jointed gripped tool that would cut a thin shallow trench along the leather. In this case she’d make one near each top edge and use it as a guide for stitching. Her groover had a guide that she could adjust, so she set the groove for a quarter of an inch into the edge seem. She needed to use a small channeled tool, a screw driver, to slacken the groover’s guide enough to adjust it using her ruler to the width she wanted. Once there, she used the screwdriver to tighten the edge guide back up.. Then, she clamped down the bikini bottom leather using stone weights. She took her free hand and placed the groover blade at the top of the leather to be cut, as far away from her as she could get, and with her hand at a 45 degree angle and pulled the groover towards her, cutting the shallow channel in the leather. The guide kept the ‘channel’ or ‘groove’ straight. She had to repeat this action a bunch of times…. Twice each on the bottoms on each edge (front and back) and then on the decorative strips of snakeskin she was going to add to the doeskin on one eldge. After all eighteen cuts, Nya took a break and went for a run down the beach.

Delicate work was something she wasn’t used too. It hurt her eyes and her brain to concentrate and work on such delicate things. But they would be pretty once done. That much was for sure. The jog towards Treasure Beach helped loosen her up. She checked the flotsam line for anything washed up then turned around at the far edge of the beach and jogged back to her camp. It was about a three mile run in total and it was a good workout for keeping her limber, alert, and avoiding napping the afternoon away in the heat. She rinsed off her sweat and cooled off from the sun’s heat in the salt spray of the beach before Nya walked back up to get started again.

She knew the next part would be tedious and something that would definitely stiffen her shoulders and perhaps cramp her arms. Nya had a tool called a Pricking iron that looked like a miniature pitchfork only wider. It basically was a specialized hand punch for cutting evenly spaced stitching holes. She had several in multiple shapes and sizes… some even with single prongs just to round corners on pieces that have rounded edges. Here though, in the case of the bikinis, using a pricking iron with ten consecutive holes would do the trick. She lined it p with the first hole inset from the edge one hole width and then held it firmly to the leather. Then, holding it steady straight up and down, she hit it hard on the end like one would hit a tap with her hammer, driving the sharp prongs down through the leather and opening holes to stitch through. Moving the prong to the right, she lined up the first prong with the last hole she’d driven in the groove and held the pricking iron straight up and down again. Hitting it firmly with the hammer again, she made another series of nine holes… nine instead of ten because the first prong was simply repunching the last punched hole from the previous set. Nya caught her rhythum and moved the tool across the piece, punching as she went, until the first bikini bottom was done on both sides.

Yawning, she shook out her hand and moved on to the strips of snakeskin. They had the grooves cut in the non-scale side and she took advantage, moving her prickling iron along the groove punching out those holes too. The problem there was the punch loosened scales and she had to flip the strips over to the scale side, use her tweezers, and pluck every loose or impeding scale free of the line that would be stitched.

The other pieces went faster now that she had the hang of it. Another bell passed and she set the last bottom aside, all the holes punched. She then took her skiver and delicately shaved the remaining quarter inch of excess thinner on both edges because when she put the snakeskin up against the doeskin and stitched the two together, she wanted the linked leather that was holding the stitches to be only the same width as the rest of the leather.

Finally… she set the project aside to go hunt some dinner before she got started again. Breaks were important and her next step was sewing. Sewing could be done after dark in lamp or firelight as the stars came out and the rains came.

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Preserving Snakeskin

Postby Nya Winters on November 26th, 2017, 11:43 pm



The hunt was on. Nya was hungry and one of the things she’d discovered she loved to eat in Syka was crabs. The humans often crabbed by putting out what they called Crab Pots baited with dead fish and left them there for hours and then returned to haul the pots in from where they’d left them in bays and off the edge of stone outcroppings along the shore. The idea was that the crabs would smell the dead things, crawl into the pots to eat the dead fish, and then get stuck in there. So often when crab pots were pulled up they were full. Nya, though, thought this wasn’t fair. It was, in her mind, the way humans put big steel jawed traps out in the woods along game trails to snap animals legs and leave them there to suffer until the hunter bothered to come back if ever.

Nya had developed a new way to crab, one she felt was far fairer to the animals and far more fun for her. It gave her a chance to play in the water and to chase crabs all at once without getting completely underwater wet.

Crabs were abundant so Nya would wade out with a bucket and feel around with her feet. They liked being on shallowish sand spits so she often didn’t have to wade out very far, usually not more than waist deep. Then she’d feel around with her bare feet until she stepped on a crab. It wasn’t like people thought. They didn’t often claw or try to grab her toes with a pincer. They just got squished and hunkered down under her foot until she could reach down, feel around with her hand, and grab it up and pull it from the sea. She’d check the sex and put it in her bucket if it was male. Randal had taught her how to tell. Males had narrow shell pieces on their bellies while females had fat wide shell pieces. On principle Nya threw the girls back so they could make more baby crabs so there would be a lot to eat in the future. She ate the males shamelessly. And dinner was no different. She wanted crabs and quite a few of them.

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So Nya took her bucket, started searching with her feet, and after a bell splashing around happily in waist deep water she had enough of a bunch of crabs to cook herself some dinner in a boiling pot. She carried the crabs back to shore still alive, built up her fire adding more wood and setting her pot hook in place, and filled a kettle with fresh water. She set it on the suspended tripod hook to boil and left the bucket of crabs (secured by a rock roughly a bit bigger than the rim) nearby ready to go in once the water boiled. Having learned a thing or two about cooking, Nya seasoned the water with some lemon grass and put a bit of garlic in as well hoping to flavor the crabs as they cooked. She had butter, but she wouldn’t melt it until it was closer to the time to eat. Until then, while the water heated to a boil, Nya had time to set up her sewing for the night.

Nya dug down into her leatherworking kit and pulled out her stitching horse. Thank goodness this was part of her kit because otherwise her sewing would be hard, almost impossible, for her to complete. A stitching horse was a giant clamping device designed to hold two of leather together tightly without slipping. Her Stitching Horse was made of wood and held her piece at a comfortable level where she could stitch and not hunker down or cramp from not having enough hands and enough patience to hold her piece and thread it too. She had quickly learned that Stitching Horses were great for a saddle stitch, and the clamping arms were padded with other leather glued to the sides of the clamps so the ‘teeth’ portion wouldn’t mark up the leather or tear at the scales on the snakeskin. Other Stitches would work as well, but a saddle stitch was the easiest.

Setting up the stitching horse, Nya fitted the two leather pieces together as she wanted them to go and clamped them in the stitching horse. Then she got ready to sew. First she took the awl and went over each hole, poking the awl through and making sure each punched hole was fully open and ready to accept a stitch. Then, she threaded two needles and ran the thread through. The stitch she was using would link the snakeskin to the doeskin with just a fine line of stitching that would be more design than actually functional unless someone looked closely. It was called a baseball stitch, and though troublesome in the stitching horse, it was far easier to use it in the horse than to sew it alone.

Baseball stitches were specialized stitches, designed to adjoin two abutting edges of leather together while still keeping the leather lying flat. IT was a great stitch or anything that would be curved or wanted to ride in a flexible position. It wouldn’t loosen either over time which made it invaluable for the bikinis.

Nya knotted off the ends, pulling the thread tight, and began stitching, each hole getting thread passed through twice as she carefully and evenly stitched the pieces together. IT was slow work but far easier with her ‘extra hands’ than it would have been if she would have done it alone. The Kelvic was patient and found the act of stitching leather relaxing. Some of the worries of the day melted off and she smiled lightly as she worked the leather, running the thread in and out of the pre-punched holes and pulling it securely. The stitches were neat, even, and though she went slowly, Nya was satisfied she’d get faster as she learned more. Once she came to the far edge, Nya slowed even more, then tied off the thread with a knot. Finished, she slipped the leather out of the stitching horse and turned it over to sew the back piece on. That went together nicely and by the time she was done running the baseball stitch up the length of the back side of the bikini, her water was boiling.

Nya set her work aside, fetched her bucket, took off the rock, and dumped the live crabs into the boiling water. She readied a stick to push them back in if any decided to leap for their lives. Satisfied they all died quickly, Nya waited while they boiled, going to fetch her butter and set it on the edge of the fire in a small bowl so it would melt and she could dip her crab.

The Kelvic stretched her fingers and paced as the meal cooked, eager to get something in her empty belly and wanting to get back to her leatherworking project.

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Preserving Snakeskin

Postby Nya Winters on November 27th, 2017, 1:58 am



The crabs boiled happily and Nya let them, watching her butter melt and pulling the boiling pot off the fire with a handy scrap of rag once the crab had turned the appropriate color. She dumped the boiling water onto a flat stone next to her cooking station, spilling out the steaming crabs onto the stone as the boiling water drained away. Nya then pried off the shell and removed anything that wasn’t meat. She knew meat because meat was pure white. Everything else, like the gills and the guts were off white and smelled not nearly as good as the flesh she was after.

Resting a plate near the crabs, she laid the meat on the plate that she hollowed out of the crab and dumped everything else including the shell into the pot she’d just emptied. Then she used a little bit of fresh water to rise off the remaining portion of the crab, the abdomen, and pried it off. Once that was removed, she broke the remaining body into quarters by splitting the crab down the middle from heat to tail, then breaking each half in half again along the vertical line. That left the front half with the big pincer and the back halfs of each side with at least two or three legs.

Nya’s mouth was watering. She hurriedly cleaned the dozen crabs until she had a great mound of shell and meat. Then she fetched her butter, squatted on the rock, and tore into the crabs. She snarled to herself, the flesh so good, and dunked pieces into the butter as she ate. She used her leather working hammer to bust open the legs, breaking through the tough shells, and pulling the meat free to dip into the butter before shoving the feast into her mouth. She worked her way through the pile eager to finish, though slowly getting calmer and calmer as she munched. As aggressively as she tore through the first crab, when she got to the last she was only half-heartedly busting the legs and sucking out the meat. Nya sighed. It was lonely in her encampment. No one was here. There weren’t even wild things about – birds or monkeys – and she was left only to the sound of croaking frogs and insects that called out in the night.

She wanted conversation. Nya wanted company. It would be so nice to share the feast or even curl up with someone who didn’t mind her occasionally growling over her food. Nya swiped her hand over her chin, wiping off butter, and suddenly thinking of the man she’d just recently met at The Commons. He hadn’t looked at her like she was a pet. That was a nice feeling, being treated like Abashai had treated her. It was a rare feeling. Nya licked a finger, then ended up licking her whole left hand as her mind drifted to Jade and Dina. The Kelvic wouldn’t even mind having the child as company as long as Dina didn’t touch her food or talk too much. Nya blinked suddenly, sure for a moment she’d share her food with Pulren without issue. Nya wasn’t always good with sharing. Would she share with Jade? Nya wasn’t sure. Dina was a definite no though. Children should be able to scrounge food in Syka for themselves.

The cat rose suddenly, slightly disturbed by the thought that she’d share food and picked up her bucket of leftover shell and guts, and headed to the surf. She tossed the shells and buttery guts in knowing something would like them. Then she rinsed her bucket and walked back to camp to clean her hammer certain it now had butter on it. She banked the fire, taming it down slightly and put the fixings of her dinner away including putting the butter that was left in a cooler part of her camp so it would solidify.

Nya got back to work then. There was very little left to do on the bikinis and headbands. All she needed to do was take her strap cutter and cut thin doeskin straps to attach the triangle cups together and add fastenings to hold them onto one’s body. Nya wrestled out her strap cutter, set it to not even a quarter of an inch, and began to cut the straps. She made small straps to attach the triangles to each other in the front… then each one got a long strap to tie up over a woman’s head and one on either side to tie behind her back. Nya also cut straps to attach the bottoms together on each side. Laying out the cords, she waxed them very well, then went back to the triangle cups and brought out her grommet equipment. She’d punch a hole at the top of each cup and one at the sides of each cup, and that’s where the leather would attach.

Nya had never used grommets, but her leather working book had a section on them and great explanations. Grommets were basically metal reinforced eyelets or passageways through leather. They made great places to attach ties because stitching would wear worse and grommets would hold up far better especially on small strings like the bikinis needed. Nya fetched her book, fetched her grommets, a hammer, and her awl. Then she returned to her work bench, lit a lamp, and began to read.

It seemed some leather workers used the term grommet and eyelet interchangeably but tended to refer to grommet when the hole was larger and eyelet when the hole was smaller. Nya thought that was peculiar, but trusted the author with what they said. They were metal pieces with an open hole in them. They had two halves that you in essence pounded together to form a strong strengthened hole. One piece was called a male, another was called a female. A true gadgeteer would say the male section was the actual grommet while the female section was actually just a washer. The female side was all flat while the male side had a rising piece that looked like it was kissing the sky. When the two parts were forced together, fabric or leather sandwiched between them became steadfast and durable and yet contained a hole which lacing or fasteners of other sorts could be passed through. They added a nice finished look to the piece, making it feel expensive without it being expensive. According to the book, all one had to do was punch a hole in the leather with an awl where one wanted the grommet, force the male grommet through it so its long neck pointed down, and then fit the female section over the male section underneath the fabric. Then, one padded the grommet front and back with a small waste piece of leather, and hit it hard with a hammer. The soft metal neck of the male part would spread and lock in the female part of the metal and create a clean seamless hole in ones work.

Nya loved the explanation. She set the book aside, took a scrap piece of leather, punched a hole in it, then tested the instructions with a grommet. The grommet went in as easy as anything else she’d ever tried and soon enough Nya had all the holes punched in the bikini tops and bottoms and had grommets in the remainders. Then she threaded the ties through, knotted them, and had finished bikinis to gift and sale.

One she set aside for Jade. Another she definitely set aside for herself. The other four she would take to the mercantile and sell.


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Preserving Snakeskin

Postby Nya Winters on November 27th, 2017, 3:29 am

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Experiences: Organization +1, Planning +2, Leatherworking +5, Tanning +3, Philtering +1, Sewing +4, Hunting +1, Cooking +1XP

Lore: Cork Oak, Tanning: Recipe for Vegetable Tanning Solution, Cooking: Boiling Crabs, Sewing: Making A Bikini, Leatherworking: Piecing two types of leather together, Hunting: Sexing crabs, Cooking: Cleaning Crabs

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