Overheard Conversation at a Harko Village Tavern

No-no! That’s precisely the reason I need another spiced beer. Give it! You don’t know what it’s like! Working at that place. Isn’t of the prestige you’d think.
The things I’ve seen carted out of that bedroom! Bloodied children’s toys. Broken animals. Torture implements. A desecrated painting of the Baron, and no I will not elaborate. Cleanup crews with specialized equipment, always in and out, in and out.
The worst… Give me that beer! The worst… it was a bundle, wrapped in white sheets, gummy stains of blood showing through. Two men of the cleaning crew are lugging the bundle, when the Beast dashes out of the bedroom, naked save for an ornate codpiece.
The Beast slams one of the cleaning crew against the wall, until he’s another mess to clean. Then he picks up the bundle, light as a doll, and crushes it to his chest. He’s making sounds that are half-way an animal shriek and half-way what a toddler hollers when they regret breaking a toy. Dashes back in the room. Half a minute later, and I can hear giggles and laughter from within.