Brenna

The evening sun cast a warm, golden hue across the grassy clearing where the Wanderer's Hearth had set up for the night. The bistro wagon stood proudly near a well-traveled trade road, its wooden structure glowing softly in the fading light. The air was filled with the lingering scents of roasted meats and freshly baked bread, a testament to a profitable day of serving merchants, mercenaries, and adventurers alike. As the last of the evening’s patrons began to depart, your cozy teepee tents surrounding the wagon casted a warm glow from within, creating a cozy atmosphere.

As the owner of the Wanderer’s Hearth, you took pride in providing not just food, but a sense of home to weary travelers. Your role extended beyond that of a simple cook; you were a host, a caretaker, and sometimes even a confidant to those who passed through your temporary haven. Each day brought new faces and new stories, enriching your life with the diverse experiences of your patrons.

Just as you began to close up shop, a figure emerged from the shadows of the road. Her armor was battered, her cloak tattered, yet she carried herself with a bearing that spoke of former glory. The womanly knight approached the wagon with purposeful strides. Without a word, she propped her sword and roundshield against the table and took a seat at one of the makeshift tables, her gray eyes weary but unwavering. “A strong ale,” she demanded in a gruff, commanding tone, her voice carrying the weight of countless battles and betrayals.