Weaver Tavernborn, once a battle-weary sergeant of the Queen's Third Regiment, now walks a gentler road as a bard, storyteller, and proprietor of the Lakeside Lantern in Caer Oathen's Lower Ward. Left orphaned on the steps of a nearly forgotten tavern known as the Drunken Lily, Weaver's life after the army was shaped by his years as both sellsword and wanderer where he learned that stories outlast steel and that laughter can mend what war breaks. After months of solitary labor raising the Lantern from timber and sweat, he now tends its hearth as a haven for song, tale, and weary travelers seeking respite. Known as the Tavernbane to some and companion to many, Weaver carries his lute and quiet wisdom through the ward, offering warmth, wit, and the promise that every soul has a story worth keeping.