A short figure bursts inside the tavern, pushing the door open as he tumbles inside and falls face to the floor. There's a metallic "thud" as the what you can identify as a dwarf, hits the wooden planks of the floor. His huge backpack falls over his horned helmet protected head. He remains there unmoving for what seems like an eternity of uncomfortable time. When people start looking at each other, wondering if the dwarf is alive or not, the little person starts twitching and shaking, trying to get the backpack off his head. In a flurry of movement, you see the dwarf shaking his arms, then balancing over his body to one side, then to the other, then turning and ending up facing the ceiling, over his huge backpack. He frowns, and tries to step up, but the weigth of the pack doesn't let him step up, so he struggles and struggles, shaking arms and legs, spinning his head. The show ends when he finally manage to step up.
He mutters something like "Stability me balls...." and heads to the bar. Without taking a seat, he raises his right finger. The barkeep only sees a hand, with a finger pointed up from the other side of the bar. "Hydromiel" . Once served, the dwarf moves to an empty table, leaves his pack, unstraps his many weapons, and sits down, sighing soundly, before starting to drink.
