(OOM: Somewhere in the woods around Milliways,
the panserbjorn awakens.)
The door opens to allow a massive creature in. To those who have seen him before, there's the familiar sight of the Panserbjorn in full armoured glory. For those who haven't... Well. Sure they have seen strangest and more fearsome sights, what with all the weird creatures passing by.
The armoured polar bear walks slowly to the Bar. His head bowed, he speaks in a low, rumbling voice devoid of any tone or emotion.
"A jug of cold water and strips of seal, please?" He looks around, the massive helmeted head swiveling from side to side to take in the assembled company. Then he decides on politeness and catering to the humans' idea of civilization. "On a plate."
Once these are obtained, he takes the plate carefully in his jaws and walks over to a spot near the fireplace, where he sits on his haunches and prepares to have some breakfast. Or dinner. Whatever the time is.