"I've just told you, Red. Six. All this kerfuffle over missing rat caps. Yes, we'd caged them due to unruly behavior, but as our rat cap cleaners demonstrate, most are perfectly harmless. The missing rat caps will find a stray cat or two to nibble on, and be back home in a jiffy. You'll see. Ah, Mrs. Highbury, I prefer to conduct tastings individually, so I may assess your palate. The wine scent is almost sickly sweet, with an acrid note just on the periphery. Poison. No! It was perfect. Perfect, perfect! You have solided with knowledge, made it an unclean sacrifice. I will remember your face, and I will peel it from your skull, should you interfere again. Very well. Here, now leave me to attend my customers, please. Lord Gortash is exactly what Bald Escape needs. I dread to think where we'd be without the steel watch. Lord Gortash is such an impressive figure of a man. I can see why he's in charge. If you had to choose, the rat one or the blonde one, which should I? Which would you choose? One or blonde one? You're right. You're so right. Bowson, a red ale, please. Beautiful red ale. The taste, the feel. How could I have doubted her? The Blushing Mermaid. Not my preferred drinking hole, dear readers. The Blushing Mermaid is an adrift shipwreck in more ways than one. For starters... Excuse me, I must return to my work. The Baldur's Mouth Tavern Review doesn't write itself. Incessantly interrupting street wanderers ruin the atmosphere outside the Blushing Mermaid."