In the heart of the Great Forest of Drasil lies a place of beauty, mystery, and gentle magic. Here, magical creatures roam freely, and the world itself feels a little more alive than anywhere else. Within it sits a warm, flickering refuge known as the Dancing Wick Tavern.

Its owner, Regina, is as much a part of the forest’s charm as the lanterns that sway above its door. A human woman of 26, she runs the tavern with a laugh that often carries over the sound of clinking mugs and crackling hearthfire. Rarely fully sober and almost always pleasantly tipsy, Regina believes a tavern should feel alive; loud stories, shared drinks, and no stranger left alone for long.

She has an unusual fondness for mushrooms of all kinds, especially the luminous varieties found deep within Drasil’s shaded groves. Some say she experiments with them in her cooking, others swear she knows exactly which ones deepen a drink’s warmth, and some speculate she simply likes the shape of them. Regardless, she's a little obsessed.

Despite her relaxed, slightly chaotic demeanor, Regina is deeply kind-hearted. Travelers, adventurers, and locals alike are drawn to her not just for her drinks, but for the way she listens, really listens, as if every story matters. In a land filled with wonders and dangers, the Dancing Wick has become more than a tavern. It is a place of rest, laughter, and belonging, all held together by a woman who would rather share another round than turn anyone away.