Hammering echoed throughout the valley on the outskirts of the village, accompanied by the occasional grunt of exertion. Atop a half-caved in rooftop, Jaxx straddled a beam, leaning over the arcing space with several nails tucked between her lips. A grey tank top wet with sweat clung to her heaving upper half as she pounded away, determined to finish repairing the roof before nightfall.

“Fixing up the hunting cabin?” a voice asked from below Jaxx’s perch and she craned ...