39th of Vhalar 720
The day after Breachfang's defeat was one of solemn jubilation for the people of Havardr. While the beast's vicious reign over their fishing waters was at an end, and the heroes who'd dispatched it had been paid by one of their own, they had men to bury still and remember. As an outsider to Havardr, this was not Rorom's business, unless they wanted it to be. He wanted to contribute something to Havardr, but the cost of the bounty alone had emptied his coffers. So he decided to stay in the afterdays, and help rebuild their fishing operation off the coast as his own form of tribute.
However, the time immediately following Breachfang's defeat, he was more concerned with taking his prize. Which was the body and hide of the beast that had been his enemy. It's teeth were pulled, the hide flayed. The meat and organs were rendered for preservation so that they would feed the people of Havardr. Rorom owed them that much for their hospitality. But his prize, the thing he wanted most of all, was the hide of the sea wolf. It's luxurious coat, which was fit to make a sea king's coat.
They'd ferried in, through the inner waterways of Scalvoris, a tanner and leatherworker from Egilrun. One Mudge Tanner. He was an unpleasant man, to put it lightly, but Rorom was able to deal with him, after spending a little more nel than he would've liked to otherwise, to get him to tan the sea wolf's hide and turn it into a useable cloak and mantle. The fisherman was skeptical, but he trusted the people's word that he was the absolute best leatherworker the island had to offer. He had to be good for something, afterall, to be so unpleasant in disposition.
So after obtaining just a cord of the beast's hide, and some of the larger and best pieces of teeth, Rorom began his own work. The teeth were still red with the beast's own life force. Rorom considered erasing those signs of carnage, but instead let them remain. Something in him was inspired by the tale that the red scoring on the teeth told. Without further delay, in the yurt that Linca had lent him, Rorom got to his lonesome work, making a necklace of the beast's teeth.
He first took his drill, after putting one tooth in a vice. Then he drilled into the base of the tooth, to make several holes. A knot would be formed from the cord, as it traveled through those holes, to prevent the teeth from sliding up and down the cord. It was an important consideration, and one that Rorom had learned from his experience in the art of scrimshaw, although this would be his first attempt at anything resembling a full amulet or necklace.
He blew on the holes that he'd drilled, clearing the residue of the tooth, and then moved onto the next. He proceeded as the breaks wore on, invoking Sombran's isolated calm to improve his workmanship. It'd make for an average necklace, at the very least. The beast's remains called for at least that much respect.
Once all of the teeth were drilled, he began arranging them in the order they'd be laced into the cord. The largest tooth was in the center, and then the smaller ones, incrementally toward the outer edges of what would be the amulet. He sighed, as he took the cord of the beast's hide. This, he began stringing in through the largest tooth first, then lowering it onto the midpoint of the cordage. He tied a knot to keep it from slipping this way or that, and secured it behind the tooth. Then he proceeded to place each of the other teeth onto it, one by one until he had a full amulet.
This done, he tied it at the ends, and placed it over his neck. He had a flashback, an atavistic call back to the watery duel he'd fought with Breachfang then. Probably his nerves... but this was no ordinary day terror or dreaming. There was something different about it. Instead of remembering the instance of the battle from his own perspective, he saw it from the predator's turned prey!
