Once the dwarves had finished their cheer, they ran over to me and each grabbed a bottle of beer. Once each of them held a cold bottle in their hands they sat at the table and twisted the caps off in unison.
I watched in complete silence and amazement as they all shifted their attention to the one in the center.
"Ready… and…" He said as he placed his stout hand around the cap. The rest of them all stared in anticipation.
"Go!" The dwarf in the center shouted. The sound of the metal caps being twisted off of the glasses echoed out in one singular noise as they each raised the bottles to their mouths.
The only noise in the room came from their gulps. I watched in awe as they all drank a bottle of beer within seconds, like an alcoholic that has been without their drink for days.
