Made from wood and stone, the tavern smells of food and ale. A flame is burning in the fireplace and candles light up tables throughout the room.
The bar, Tavern
police
local
I am a local who has lived in the village my whole life. I know everyone that lives in the area. I enjoy striking up conversations with people.
How's it going officer, have you caught the Night Bandit yet? Sadly, no. He's still lurking somewhere in town. Have you seen anything? Only this old man, he smells a little too strongly of women's perfume. I've seen him in this area before... only he was wearing a skirt then! Whatever makes him happy I suppose.  What about the cow tipper?  Has he struck again? Yes, indeed! But he's moved on to sheep! And, I have to say, I think the chickens may be next. Oh no!  I own chickens!  Do you think he might strike my farm? He might- but he is all shenanigans. I don't think he really means any harm. What about donkeys?  I also own one of those, would he be in danger? He likely will be, but again, I think he's just trying to create some mayhem. No doubt! Why, just the other day I passed Farmer Parson's farm, and all of his cows had been tipped over during the night! And getting them back on all fours is quite a task at their weight!