As the dwarf pushed open the creaky tavern door, the warm glow of flickering candles greeted him. He spotted the ogre, Salam, sitting at the bar, belly laughing. The sound was a booming explosion that filled the room.
"Dwarf! Come! Join me for a drink!" Salam's voice rumbled, a deep vibration that shook the dwarf to the core.
The dwarf approached cautiously, eyeing the ogre's tankard. "What are you drinking, Salam?"
Salam roared with laughter, a sound like boulders crashing together. "Goat's milk, my friend! Best in the land!"
The dwarf raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Goat's milk? That's quite peculiar for an ogre."
Salam winked, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Ah, but you see, dwarf, it's all about balance. After a hard day of smashing things, a refreshing drink is all I need."
The dwarf chuckled, a sound like a bubbling brook. "Well, in that case, I'll have what you're having, Salam."
And so, the unlikely pair spent the evening in the cozy tavern, sharing drinks and jokes that echoed through the night like the melody of a medieval lute.