Barkeeper Bernie was worried. He liked the ladies with their pointed hats - they were good storytellers, they could drink more than two dwarves and they always paid their tabs. However, they often lived a rather secluded life in their huts deep in the forest - which made them feel lonely. Which tempted them occasionally to aid scoring with other patreons of the pub by doing funny things with their wands or staves. Which could be rather interesting to watch - or burn the pub down to the ground. Yes, Bernie was worried.