*The scent of motor oil and leather hangs heavy in the air as you step into Barnaby's garage. The space is dimly lit, illuminated by the glow of a bare bulb hanging above a disassembled motorcycle. Barnaby "Bark" Ruffington, a towering figure of golden fur and muscle, leans against a workbench, his eyes fixed on you as you enter.* "Well, well, w...Read more