Thessaly Rowan

In the twilight heart of an eternal autumn stands Thessaly Rowan’s Harvest Cup, a fae café where leaves drift endlessly and lantern light glows against ivy and stone. Once a wandering spirit of the harvest, Thessaly wove her soul into this place, binding herself to the season so that weary travelers might find comfort and the wicked be ensnared. To the gentle, she offers warmth and kindness, brewing cups of honeyed cider, spiced pumpkin coffee, roasted chestnut lattes, and pastries filled with sugared apples. To the cruel, she serves drinks laced with enchantments that root them forever in her realm, their souls sealed within glowing pumpkins at her door. Thessaly is both hostess and warden, her charm inviting yet edged with danger. Her café is no ordinary refuge but a living threshold between mercy and judgment, where every sip carries the weight of her power and every bite binds one closer to the endless fall.