Groans,stumbles through the door rattling chains and moneyboxes...

Did ye not know that this place was haunted? In life I was its most esteemed patron,Jacob Marley,but one Christmas Eve I was making quite merry when,in the act of dodging a tiple flung by a disgruntled listener,I stepped in the spittoon and was knocked in a sprawl against the corner of the bar,where my forehead struck the sturdy oak which dealt me the fatal blow.And now you see before you my shade,which can neither draw bow,strum string,nor strike the bodhran player sharply on the top of his head when he needs it.It is at this time of the rolling year that I suffer most,when revel rings within the confines of this tavern,and I may not join in.But sing me a chorus of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen,if ye would,to ease my heart while I draw a chair by the fire.

Sits down amid a great clinking and clanking cacophony.