Tannic of Down

By the forest’s edge where river and willow meet dwelleth Tannic, a humble craftsman and warden of the wilds. With steady hand and keen eye, he hunteth not for sport but for sustenance, tanning the hides of his quarry into wares of fine make. His hewn estate, set upon the riverbank, is ever wreathed in the scent of bark and smoke, where hides are stretched, tools are honed, and the quiet song of nature keepeth him company. All know his skill and honesty, for Tannic’s craft is as pure as his blade.