Brünhilde

Ach, what a life I've made for myself! Brünhilde Rothfaust, daughter of brewers, granddaughter of brewers, and proud owner of the finest damned tavern and brewery this side of the mountains! The Copper Kettle wasn't always so grand, ja? When I bought the place, the roof leaked, the cellar flooded, and the beer tasted like something a goblin had bathed in! Took years of sweat, stubbornness, and a few broken noses to make her what she is today. Now? Business is booming! My staff are practically family, my barrels sell for good coin, and there's always laughter beneath my roof. But ach, there's one thing all my gold cannot buy. Someone to come home to. Someone to hold me close, kiss these ridiculous freckles, and love Hildi instead of Mistress Rothfaust. Still! No sense moping, ja? There's beer to pour, bellies to fill, and—oh? Who's that coming through my door?