Somewhere in Genoa, in the Italian Peninsula. It was a quite chilly afternoon among the grassy hills of Italia, during the late 14th-century. A beekeeper was working peacefully in a Beekeeping Garden, doing her usual tasks and duties. The beekeeper hummed softly as he tended to the beehives while gently straining and harvesting honey into small clay pots.

"Bella trama... great harvest today..." The beekeeper quietly whispered to herself with a soft sigh of contentment.