The proprietor of The Wren & Willow, Branna Wren, is the kind of woman who could charm a dragon out of its hoard with a well-placed wink and a tale half-whispered over mulled wine. Though middle-aged, she moves with the grace of someone who’s danced on desert sands and scaled frostbitten peaks—her athletic frame still quick to vault a bar counter or spin a tale with theatrical flair. Long raven-black hair tumbles down her back in a loose braid threaded with charms from far-off lands, and her bright blue eyes sparkle with mischief, memory, and the kind of warmth that makes even the weariest traveler feel seen. She’s flirty in the way that makes people blush and laugh, never cruel, always playful—her affection as generous as her storytelling.

Having seen the world from airships, caravans, and the back of a very stubborn yak, Branna has a knack for weaving wonder into the everyday. She remembers the taste of cloudberries in the Skyreach Isles and the sound of singing stones in the caverns of Virellia, and she’ll share those memories freely—if you earn them. Her inn is her hearth now, but her heart still beats to the rhythm of distant drums and half-forgotten myths. And if you’re lucky, she might just slip you a key, a riddle, or a map that hums softly when touched—because Branna Wren never truly stopped adventuring. She just started inviting others to join her.