I drink, and I know things

Seth rarely ventured out of the canyon his family had made their base. His body simply was not built for long travel, and overexertion would be quick to settle achingly into joints twisted by the dwarfism that had stunted him. Still, there were times when he simply couldn't avoid his family any longer, and sought escape outside of their usual haunts. This journey was longer than his usual escapes, but he had recalled his discovery the previous autumn of the wonders of fermented fruit, and had made the trek to return to the grove of berries he had found then. With the dry season approaching the berries were reaching the end of their lifespans. Shortly it would be too dry for vegetation to make the growth it was able to achieve during the rains, sending much of it dormant.

He would have to make it a point to graze on as many of the berries as remained before it got hot enough they simply dried on their stems.

So it was that he had slowly gathered to him a great pile of the old, fermenting berries and had finally lowered his twisted, stunted body to the warm ground beside them and proceeded to begin ingesting them. He was getting quite relaxed as he nibbled at them, the pain of his joints dulled by the alcohol in the fermenting fruits.