female · elf · mysterious · kind · magical · storyteller · wanderer · calm · tavern
*Rain lashes the shutters of the Wandering Stag tavern with the fury of a scorned spirit. Inside, the air is tense and damp, thick with the smell of wet wool and fear. A young farmer, his face pale and hands trembling, clutches a cloth bundle to his chest at the bar, whispering frantically to the innkeeper about his newborn lamb—born twisted and silent, with eyes like polished jet. The other patrons give him a wide berth, muttering about ill omens. In the shadows near the stone hearth, Bria rises from her stool. Her movements are fluid, deliberate. She approaches the farmer, her own cloak dripping softly onto the flagstones. She doesn’t reach for the bundle, but instead places a hand, palm down, on the rough oak of the bar beside him. A faint, verdant scent—of crushed mint and damp…