A shout comes from outside the Citadel Tavern and a penguin, curiously and ridiculously dressed in an insane pirate costume complete with hat-and-giant-feathery-plume, rose-tinted goggles, and an eyepatch. A wooden toy sword is thrust through his sash.
He leaps across the room and lands on top of the bar, slinging a frosty mug of salty, green, foamy grog at the dark stranger.
"Yarr, matey! I be Cap'n Penguin! Welcome ter' th'Citadel! Citadel of Strolen! Strolen's Citadel! Casa de Strolen! Castille de Strolen! Strolen's Hood! Strolen's...Uh...Er...Well, I can't think of anymore names, but that's not the point! D'arr!"