Redswift could have rode a horse, but he preferred to run. Even in full armour and with his weapons and equipment he would sprint to his destinations. He saw horseback as a lazy means of transport, for humans that were out of shape and dwarves with ridiculously stubby legs. He took pride that he himself was not only an Elf but an Elven King, exiled or not he was still the paragon for prime elven fitness and stamina and ran with a graceful swiftness similar to a a fox or a wild cat. The grass and trees blurred by, and the ridiculously high walls were in sight. Avalad's guildhall was moments away, he tensed his muscles with excitement and grinned with pride. He was going to find glory as a mercenary and hopefully retake his land, nothing could stop him now.

Redswift arrived at the gate of the massive city and spoke to the two guards defending the gate, _I'm Redswift, former king of Dumir, allow me entry to the city so I can conduct my business at the guildhall with Roketh_.
The Guards had never seen an elf like him before or even heard of Dumir but they knew that the mercenary guild was recruiting so they let him in, albeit with slightly puzzled expressions. 
Redswift felt the spirit and energy of the city as the gates opened and he made his way past the market place towards the guild district, as he got to the gates, he noticed there were a few other mercenaries ready to join the black band, they were an assortment of different classes and races, Humans, Dwarves, Magic users, he was sure that one of them even had demonic energy.
He made himself known to the small group,_My name is King Redswift, as we are not in Dumir, I wont expect you to bow, but state your names in the presence of foreign royalty if you have any class._
He spoke with a self assured huff.