A commoner, human, cautiously walks down the street at nightfall holding a lantern, keeping an eye out for thieves. Suddenly, a voice booms from towards the city gates.
"CANDLE BEARER! Where are your vestments!"
The camera shifts to a glowing light in the distance, moving, growing nearer until it reveals itself to be a shield. The light from the shield partially illuminates the bearer: 4 and a half feet at best, and with a long, scraggly beard ending in a vaguely triangular shape at breast level. Clearly, a dwarf. It presses its face forward a slight bit so that the light from the shield reveals the stern look in its eyes.
The commoner breathes a heavy sigh. Oh, no. Not again.
The verbal onslaught continues. "That light is a blessing to us from ______, who you blaspheme by carrying it so thoughtlessly!"