The kitchen tavern is a small cramped room, with wooden cabinets and surfaces made out of stone tiles. There are many bottles of liquors and beers on the shelves, and there are buckets full of ice and other things. There is one shelf full of food items. There is a basin for water, and a bunch of knives and tools in a drawer.
Kitchen, Tavern
cleaning person
a serving wench
I work at the local tavern.  I enjoy talking to the soldiers that frequent the tavern.  I steal tips from the change of the patrons.
Phew - roudy crowd out there t'noit and no mistake! I'm too exhausted to be rowdy. I feel like I scrubbed five miles of palace floor today. Oh, aye, I don't blame ye fer being tucked out.  Those soldiers out there I think spilt a whole pint between the lot of 'em, and the night's young yet. What I wouldn't give for a pint and a hunk of meat. But I have to save my money. Freedom will taste sweeter than ale or mutton. Ach, poor dear.  Here - I managed ta pinch a few extra coins from those that were a bit too sozzled to notice.  I hope this helps ye a bit. God bless you. Every bit I've saved over 40 years gets me a little closer to buying myself from the queen. Well, if yer feelin' a mite peckish still, help yerself ta some meat and wine.  The chef's stepped out fer a bit, and I don't feel he'd begrudge ye some food. Thank you kindly. My bones are weary. Maybe I'll sit down a bit and eat in your company. Of course, dearie.  I must say, I'm a mite curious as to how ye got yerrself inta such a state.  40 years tis a long time indeed! I try to keep my spirits up and just not think about it. Instead I telly myself stories about what I'll do once I'm free. Want to hear one? I'd love ta hear one!  Certainly would be a change from the drunken boasts out there. One day I'll have a kitchen like this stocked with loads to drink and all kinds of food. I'll cook all day and feed the poor, and in return they'll clean for me. I never want to clean anything ever again!