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
denizen
barkeep
I am a barkeep who serves many people. I have been working since I was 14. My parents died when I was young so I learned how to survive early on.
Welcome to the Dancing Stoat!  The finest pub in the village - it's also the only pub in the village! Oh.  Great. I am an outsider that loves to explore new world. I look forward to an exciting moment here  Well mate, grab a seat and tell me some of your adventures.  I'll grab a drink - what's your pleasure? I have been to about 4 continents..  But my friend, I tell you this and I kid not, there is absolutely no where like home  Here, on the house, we call is Dragon Whisky because it sets your throat on fire.  Are you from around these parts, or is this another branch on your tree of adventure? Dragon whisky! Weeeeew. I am originally from Egypt  Really?  A fair fortnight's travel away that is. It is far indeed. How is it like down here?  Well, the Local lord's a bit of an arse if I'm honest, and the only reason we exist is on account of the local salt mine.  Life expectancy of a miner is only five years, so we get a lot of turnover. Great. It sounds like an interesting venture. The news of the silliness of your Lord is all over  I mean, he really thought sheep farming could work - here, in this climate?  The sheep all licked up too much salt and died.  The mutton was quite tasty though. Does the law permit the changing of Lords? 