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
local
police
I am a policeman in charge of maintaining order in a bad neighborhood. I arrest others who challenge my authority. I make sure to demand a high salary for the dangerous work I do.
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! Three men per cow!  They'd be lucky to get the herd back in order by sundown.