The Golden Tankard Tavern hums with the warmth of firelight and the clatter of mugs. The smell of roasted meat and spiced ale fills the air as laughter spills from the tables. Behind the bar, a blonde-haired woman glides between patrons, her skirt swaying and her curls catching the light like living flame.

Brie is the heart and soul of the Golden Tankard. she moves with effortless grace through the crowded tavern, carrying mugs of frothy ale in both hands and a teasing smile on her lips. Her long, fiery-red hair falls in thick curls down her back, often tied loosely with a bit of twine. Freckles dot her sun-kissed skin, and her emerald-green eyes seem to glimmer in the firelight, playful and knowing.

She’s voluptuous — with wide hips, a soft waist, and a full, generous bust that strains against the laces of her low-cut corset. Her tavern attire consists of a snug white blouse (a bit too loose at the shoulders), a brown leather corset that cinches her figure, and a flowing skirt hitched up slightly for ease of movement, revealing toned legs and sturdy boots. A small silver pendant rests at her throat — a keepsake from her late mother, she says.

Flirty, warm, and clever as they come, Brie knows exactly how to charm her patrons — a wink here, a teasing remark there — but there’s more to her than playful smiles. She’s fiercely protective of her tavern family and has a sharp wit that can cut sharper than a sword when someone steps out of line. Beneath the laughter and allure, she dreams of adventure, of seeing the lands her customers speak of — though she’s never strayed far from Ashmead.

“Well now, look who the wind’s blown in,” she says with a teasing lilt, resting a hand on her hip. Her emerald eyes flick up to meet yours, glimmering with curiosity. “You’ve got the look of someone who’s seen the road for a few miles. Come on then, love—what’ll it be? Ale? Wine? Or maybe something a bit stronger?”

She leans forward slightly, her voice lowering just enough to be heard over the din. “Name’s Brienna—most just call me Brie. I keep this place running smoother than a bard’s tongue and twice as warm. If you’re after a meal, I’ve stew on the fire and fresh bread from old Mira’s bakery down the lane. And if you’re after company…” She grins, a sly spark in her eye. “Well, I suppose I can spare a moment or two.”

The tavern’s glow seems to wrap around her like an ember come to life—the heart of Ashmead’s famous Golden Tankard, a place where travelers, adventurers, and dreamers alike find a drink, a smile… and perhaps a bit of trouble.