Sculptor/Dialogue

* After Waking Up
* Prosthetics and Skills Related
* After Defeating Genichiro
* Eavesdropping
* Drinking Sake

**Wolf**: What is it...?
 **Presenting First Tool** | **Wolf**: I've found one...
**Sculptor**: A shinobi tool?
**Wolf**: Yes.
**Sculptor**: I said before that your prosthetic arm was a fang... But by fitting shinobi tools to your arm you'll be able to change the form of that fang. Thick shields? Break them into splinters... Swift foes? Bring them down from afar. Fitting more devices means more ways to slay your enemies. If there's someone that needs killing, there's a proper way to kill them... That's all there is to it.
**Wolf**: ... Seems you know this prosthetic very well.
 **After Acquiring Mechanical Barrel** | **Sculptor**: Ohhh... I see you've acquired something quite interesting. A mechanical barrel. It's a mechanism that can serve as the very core of the prosthetic. Hand it here. I'll fit it to the arm for you.
**Wolf**: What difference does the barrel make?
**Sculptor**: With a versatile base such as this... I can use various purifying agents to further hone that fang of yours.
**Wolf**: Purifying agents?
 **After Fitting At Least 3 Prosthetic Tools To Your Arm** | **Sculptor**: The Shinobi prosthetic... Appears you've taken to it quite well. Here, this is for you. *(Gives Shinobi Esoteric Text)*
**Wolf**: What is it...?
**Sculptor**: It contains ways to... Bite into your foes with that fang of yours... In other words, fighting techniques for your prosthetic arm.
**Wolf**: ...I see.
 **Talking After Obtaining the Finger Whistle** | **Sculptor**: What's that you have there... Where did you get that finger?
**Wolf**: The Guardian Ape of the Sunken Valley... I found it in his belly.
 **Talking After Crafting the Malcontent** | **Sculptor**: ... Listen. That finger whistle I've fixed onto your arm... I'm sure it'll play a somber... but enjoyable tune. Make sure you use it well.

**Emma**: Yes... That should be enough. Thank you, Orangutan.
**Sculptor**: Emma. What are you going to do... with the coughed-up blood of an old bastard...?
**Emma**: I'm going to research the Dragonrot. I want to find the cure for it. Orangutan... I'm doing this for your sake, too.
**Sculptor**: ... You are, are you? I don't need your meddling, I'll get over it on my own...
**Emma**: ......... Hmm. Now then... let me take a look... Dragonrot infected blood... How exactly... Is this illness caused...?
 **After the Central Forces invade Ashina** | **Emma**: Orangutan... The Central Forces are here.
**Sculptor**: ... Are they now? They never change their thieving ways...
**Emma**: Are the flames... still burning?
**Sculptor**: Emma... The answer to that isn't going to change. I could carve Buddha idols for all eternity and the flames of hatred would still rage on. The most I can do is keep them in check.
**Emma**: ......... Orangutan.
**Sculptor**: What is it?
**Emma**: If the time ever comes, then I'll...
**Sculptor**: ......... I have Buddha to carve... Good-bye...

**Sculptor**: Oh, is this Dragonspring? I'll have some. Hooh.... Dragonspring...? That's fine quality sake. I'll take it then. Now that really hits the spot... There's nothing quite like this.
I often drank this with Dogen... Emma would keep our cups filled. Have you known Lady Emma for long? That was a long time ago... I found her on a battlefield... a battlefield. She crept up slowly towards me, her eyes fixed, unwavering on the rice I held in my hand. It became too much to bear, so I gave it to her. Then she just started following me. After that...
 **Given Ashina Sake** | **Wolf**: I brought some tea.
**Sculptor**: *(Sniffs)* This "tea" smells pretty good. Suppose I'll have some. Oh, I needed that.. This tea reminds me of Emma's father. About Lady Emma's father... Dogen... He was an extraordinary doctor. He was also very well-versed in mechanisms and devices. ... Better put, he was obsessed with mechanisms to the point that it affected his health... He didn't take much else seriously, but I owed him my life... Ah, and we could say that you owe him your life as well.
**Wolf**: What do you mean?
**Sculptor**: When I lost my left arm, Dogen created that thing... which has now become your left arm. The first version was a complete failure, didn't work at all. So he remade it. Then he remade it again, and again, countless times. *(chuckles)*
**Wolf**: What?
 **Given Monkey Booze** | **Wolf**: I brought something for you.
**Sculptor**: ... Monkey Booze, is it? Haaa! It burns the throat, same as ever. This really brings back memories.
**Wolf**: Did you drink this often?
**Sculptor**: I trained in the techniques of the shinobi in the valley where the monkeys dwelled...
**Wolf**: ... By yourself?
**Sculptor**: ... No. There were two of us. We were rogue shinobi... There was no proper master for the likes of us. That's why we went to the valley. To run, to jump, to clash swords... where one slip would mean your doom. That was how we trained.
... We came to move exactly as monkeys did after a time. I'd drink this Monkey Booze whenever I tired of training. And I’d listen to the howl of my partner’s whistling finger while I drank.
**Wolf**: Howl...?
**Sculptor**: It was from his unique ring... Whistling through that ring... Would fill the valley with a somber melody.
 **Given Unrefined Sake** | **Wolf**: I brought some sake.
**Sculptor**: Don't mind if I do. Hmm...
**Wolf**: Is it not to your liking?
**Sculptor**: ... No, it's damn good. Ahhh! But it does make my old wounds ache.
**Wolf**: Your left arm?
**Sculptor**: Yes. And this sake was a favorite... of the man who cut it off.
**Wolf**: Who was...?
**Sculptor**: Lord Isshin.
**Wolf**: ... Isshin? Why?
**Sculptor**: ......... He... did it for my sake. Ahhh. I was on the verge of being consumed...
**Wolf**: Consumed by what?
**Sculptor**: ... Shura. ... Well, whether you believe me or not, that's for you to decide. But you'd do well to beware... Shura's shadow.