“Rorek woke up. A decision he immediately regretted.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" Red face of Mendri Morgrinsson appeared just inches above his face.
"Ppsssshhhhh", echoed unison around the dressing room. "Not so loud, please!"
"Dammit Rorek, you actually managed to FALL OVER AND KNOCK YOURSELF UNCONSCIOUS FOR THE REST OF THE MATCH!!"
"Keep it down man, I beg you!" Rorek tried to get up but gave up instantly. "I didn't see you perform any mirracles out there, either."
"Well...I felt bad for hitting my fellow dwarfs, didn't I." he said appologetically.
"Oh come on, they kicked you in the gut while you were laying prone! Don't tell us that didn't piss you off!" Baragor was the only one who seemed to be fresh as a spring morning.
"Ok, ok, so I'm a bit hungover too, you happy now? Next time, we'll just have to make sure we don't drink too much before a match." He received a round of peculiar looks, followed by huge laughter which he didn't hesitate to join.”