Rocking from side to side, the cart traveled down the long road towards its destination. The hay on the back fluttering in the light wind, leaving a small trail along the road. Sounds of snoring echoed out from the cart, a strong but short arm handing over the edge in absence of caring, however with a mighty jolt of the cart the person within burst from the hay. "What be there?! You wanna... Oh, right..." With a loud yawn Orin stood up from the hay, dragging his pick hammer with him.

Using the curved side as a hook, he pulled himself up to the from of the cart, the sudden appearance of the weapon spooking the driver a little, though he soon calmed down when he noticed it was just the old drunk of a dwarf Orin. "Be we there yet?" He spoke as he climbed into the front seat. "Aye, it is just ahead. With this we are even, understand?" Orin gave a dismissive wave at what the cart driver said. "Sure, sure." 

As said, it did not take long for them to arrive, and as any good dwarf Orin headed towards the nearest Inn to get a good drink! On his way he bought a apple pie, nice vendor, taking it to the tavern and bursting in, taking the food up to the bar and placing it down. Using his pick hammer he grabbed a stool and pulled it over for him to sit on. "A pint of ale would wash this down finely!" He clearly did not care about bringing food in, but since he was paying for drinks, or maybe because he was a dwarf, they did not care and just gave him his drink after he paid.