The small pile of wood-scraps that Eiro carved off of the pieces of wood the he had was slowly growing bigger and bigger as he continued on going with this work. This had to be absolutely perfect... After all, this was something that could only be seen as proof of the fact that Eiro was Jura's student for these past five years.
The Demon had gathered incredible knowledge of the anatomy of a lot of different beings over the past few years, and when it came to hands, he knew an Imp's hand the best. After all, he had one himself. Every retraction of his muscles when he tensed up different parts of his hand, every bone that twisted in different manners depending on how you moved your hand, all of this was something that Eiro wanted to take into account.
