A cottage residing by the cliffside overlooks the distant Ryke Falls. By the fringe of Ranwood Forest, a young man in his mid-twenties was tanning leather on a rack. He had just finished a batch and settled on a stool nearby, yawning and smiling with satisfaction. “…well done, Barnabas, you did great. Wouldn’t hurt for a break though…” The man pulled out a book, beginning to read.