Ren moved so swiftly to the workshop that he barely noticed Jessy's distant mumble about the envelope .
He was completely focused on speaking with Mr Isaac about his Shadow Stalker hides.
"Third floor," Ren murmured, adjusting his bag filled with precious skins. "Time to process some hides."
The workshop was a spacious area filled with work tables and shelves of tools. The air was thick with the smell of tanned leather and fixative products, each scent telling a story of materials transformed.
A short man with a thick grey beard worked at one of the tables. He was barely 10 centimeters taller than Ren, but his hands moved with the certainty of years of experience, each motion precise and purposeful.
"Excuse me," Ren approached, "Mr. Isaac?"
"That's me," he responded without looking up from his work, his focus absolute. "What do you need, boy?"
"I'd like to use the workshop to process some skins."
