Off in the corner of the tavern sits a lone figure. Hood over their head, you're unable to get a good look at them. Sitting underneath his feet is a dog. No, not a dog a wolf. It's eyes glow a bright yellow as it seems to stare deep into your soul. The lone figure looks up, his face is scared and rugged, his mouth turned in a sly grin. "If you need something tracked, or someone. I can do it for you, for a price."

Rangers, your marksmen, your trackers, your survivalist. Rangers exhale in finding there way through the world, tracking down monsters, and picking them off from afar. But, how are they as a class? Well, that's what we are here to talk to you about! Don't mind the man in the corner booth, he brings a odd gloom to the place. Now listen to our tale! Grab your bow, make sure your quiver is full and prepare to go Beyond the Tavern Wall!