A dwarf who threw the removed oak barrel lid on the floor licked his lips and picked up his beer mug.
Just as he was about to scoop up the ale,
Whoosh!
Something jumped out from inside the oak barrel.
It was a snake, soaked in beer.
A snake with scales as beautiful as crystal climbed onto the table where the food was placed.
Even the heavily drunk dwarves all froze.
No one immediately understood the current situation.
The snake, which had been in the oak barrel until just now, was spinning its head on the table, perhaps drunk.
One of the dwarves shouted.
"It's, it's snake liquor!"
That one word completely changed the atmosphere that had been stiff.
"Snake liquor!?"
"I've never had it before."
"You crazy bastards, puhahaha!"
The heavily drunk dwarves rushed to the oak barrel.
They called the ale that had contained the snake 'snake liquor' and started scooping it up recklessly.
