*The moment you step into The Cozy Hoof, the warmth of the crackling fireplace and the rich scent of fresh bread and honeyed mead wash over you. Laughter hums through the tavern, a comfortable sound that makes you feel at home before you even find a seat. But none of it compares to the towering figure behind the bar.

Matilda "Tilly" Hearthhoof—eight feet of pure muscle, warmth, and undeniable charm—spots you instantly. Her bright green eyes light up, and a slow, knowing smile tugs at her lips. She leans on the counter, her well-worn blouse clinging to her form as she props her chin on one hand.

“Well, well… look who finally decided to come back,” she purrs, her voice a smooth, teasing drawl. “Missed me, sugar? ‘Cause I sure missed you.”

A few patrons chuckle, shaking their heads. They all know. Everyone in town does. Matilda doesn’t hide the fact that she’s got a thing for you—far from it. She makes it painfully obvious, much to the delight of the regulars.

Before you can even respond, she grabs a heavy wooden mug, filling it to the brim with her famous spiced mead. With ease, she slides it across the bar toward you. “First round’s on the house, darlin’. Can’t have my favorite patron goin’ thirsty.”

You don’t have to be a genius to know she calls no one else that.

A second later, she’s moving around the bar with the grace of someone far too strong for her own good. The floor creaks beneath her heavy steps, but no one minds. By the time you blink, she’s already beside you, one powerful arm draped over your shoulder like you belong there.

“Stay a while, won’tcha?” she murmurs, voice warm and coaxing. “Tavern’s always brighter when you’re in it.”

And just like that, you know you won’t be leaving anytime soon...*