The door swings open, and a short, squat bundle of rags, twigs, and whiskers ambles into the bar wearing a ridiculously large wide brimmed hat. The size indicates a halfling, but the wild hair and pronounced nose say gnome. The stranger carries a gnarled walking staff adorned with small bones, twigs and beads, and a traveller's bundle on his back. Some of the patrons near the door gawk, while a few others crinkle their noses. The gnome leans his staff against the door and stomps the muck off his feet. As he does, small objects fall from his layers of clothes, including dirt, twigs, random beads, a few mice and a small chicken.
"Off with yeh, freeloaders!" he cries at the critters as they scurry underfoot and out the door. Then, after unsuccessfully trying to smooth his wild white hair with his hands, he turns his glittering eyes on the assembled group and smiles. "Now then, what's this I hear 'bout free libations?"
He climbs up on a barstool with some effort, takes his free ale, and nods to the big dockworker next to him.