Measured twice, cut once, still off by a millimetre — but leather forgives more than wood does.

Veg-tan, saddle-stitched with waxed linen, burnished until it shone like old candy. It holds the knife the way a good sheath should: snug enough to ride upside-down, loose enough to draw without a prayer.

Maker's mark stamped in the corner, a coat of Neatsfoot oil, and a shrug. Finished.