The Dancing Stoat is a cheerful little pub characterized by its unusually brightly-lot interior and uncommonly well-equipped kitchen. The rooms upstairs are nothing special, but the main hall is filled with delicious smells at all hours of the day and night. The Dancing Stoat's exterior is plain save for a sign showing a brown-furred stoat gamboling in a field. The chairs are unusually comfortable and well-made, and large windows and plentiful torches ensure that the space feels brighter and cheerier than a typical pub.
The Dancing Stoat, Town
barkeep
woman
I am a woman who has a wealthy husband. I enjoy watching plays. I have all of the best dresses.
This chair is so uncomfortable. Get me a different one! Sorry about that, miss.  There's plenty'a chairs about though, and more of 'em are comfortable than not.  Take yer pick, lassie! Ugh they're all the same. What a disappointing pub this is. And plus my mug is empty I'd be more than pleased to assist, yer royal highness.  Pass me the mug over and I'll be happy ta fillerup. Give me your strongest stuff, will ya. I might not look it, but I can handle anything.  I've no doubt you can handle most anything that crosses yer path, if ya don't mind me sayin' so.  There y'go, on the house! Why thank you. It is rather dark in here, isn't it. Seems awfully unwelcoming for a lady like me Careful, there, miss!  It's going to catch yer lovely locks aflame! Ahh look what you made me do. There goes my drink. I would hate to go home to my uncaring husband sober  Ah sorry, miss, sorry.  It's just... ever since me folks passed away, I've been extra careful with the flames.  Don't take too much to set a house to ashes... Sorry to hear that. Must have been tragic! I suppose you're right, one can never be too careful with fire Ah, ye'm, that's mighty kind of ye.  It's not too often customers be coming in with a warm word for a lonely barkeep.