The newly‑moved‑in Cheesemaster scurries through the warm glow of the tavern’s hearth, a broom in his right paw and a sack of freshly grated parmesan at his feet. It had been nice that the young patrons he received some time ago offered such a generous option to move from the danger of the Witch's Castle! Now, the only worry was tidying up the tavern for his grand opening.

“A spotless floor, a perfect crust. No crumb shall escape my watch!”