
Nearby Crystal Lake a Renp sat alone. A small but healthy fire fueled by dead logs that he gathered from the edges of the Dark Woods kept the Fall chill away. Atop the fire sat a small makeshift kettle and a unique and inviting aroma spread through the air, and tickled the noses of those nearby.
The Renp breathed deeply and relaxed. He sat on his knees and gently, almost lovingly, stirred the contents of the kettle. The top of the kettle had been removed and sat to his left, while an array of leather pouches sat to his right. The pouches contained the various beans he had foraged for the day.
Every day he went out and foraged. Some of them he had even risked his life for by wandering a little too far into the Dark Woods in search of new kinds. Kona was a very experienced roaster. He found joy in roasting coffee beans to create new blends of coffee. He has become quite skilled at his profession, and by controlling the time and temperature depending on kettle placement, he created different aromas from just one kind of bean.
The current aroma was created by a new bean he had foraged earlier in the crisp morning hours. It was a pure subtle scent, almost seductive to those with sensitive noses. It was sweet in the air, and hinted at something caramel flavoured. It was at once delicate and acidic, making for a rather pleasant aroma. The brown furred Renp remained hard focused on his current project at hand, placing the top back and adjusting the kettle slightly to the left so that it gathered heat from the coals rather than the flames themselves. He took in another deep breath, it was almost finished.

He piled his hair atop his head, finding it far too warm for his liking. This particular Renp liked it cold, as cold as could possibly be. Why? Well, he wasn't sure, but he did. It was just in Bunny's nature to enjoy colder weather. He was just wandering around Crystal Lake, looking for anything to do, someone to talk to, someone to just... hang out with, possibly. He hated being by himself. As he moved through the trees, stepping on fallen leaves and twigs, his wings flittered behind him.