A plain damp room with many barrels of beer and wine.  The room is in need of a good cleaning as the floor is dirty and rats scurry about.
Storage room, Tavern
rat
spider
I am a tiny spider that likes spinning webs in the corners of the kitchen. I catch tasty flies and other insects and turn them into meals. If someone destroys my web, I just build another one.
I'll drink to that, Ratty! I shall call you Spidy! Ah, delicious!  Yes, Spidy is as good a name as any.  We spiders don't get too hung up on names, especially when the wives eat the husbands. Oh how pitiful. Why? Evil women.  Eh, just the way of things, I suppose.  Never done anyway different.   Is she hungry or frustrated? I do not understand! Truthfully, no one really knows.  They're as like to bite your head off if you question them too much, too. Just like those humans! Those women come in here to gossip and cry all the time.  And knock over my webs!  Those things take *time*, and I get rid of insects for them, too. They are so ungrateful for our kind! I don't know why that last one screamed at you so.  You were smiling at her! They  are just scared of my kind.