Tudolf had been in the city of Avalad for quite a few days now. He wasn't exactly sure how he got there as he was over his normal amount of intoxication at the time of his departure from a small inn half way across the land. All he remembered was a mule, a pack of wolves and that when he woke up in the streets of Avalad people were giving him weird looks and he had quite a sum of gold on him along with a nasty bunch if scars. Tudolf had enjoyed the festivities a few days prior and was looking forward to hopefully drinking more with his fellow mercenaries once he was hopefully admitted. 

While the Elf King had come in proclaiming who he was to the rest of the recruits, Tudolf was busy using the 'facilities' behind the cover of an alley way. Once Tudolf was done with his business he managed to catch the last blurb of the high and mighty Elf's speech and the rest of the armour clad warrior's response. "Why are we all yellin who we are?!" Tudolf cried out in his half drunken state. It wasn't even close to the evening yet but Tuldolf had still managed to ingest enough Alcohol to make himself somewhat drunk and spend all of the questionable money from above. "Why don't we all just introduce ourselves without yelling out our bloody names and previous occupations shall we?" Said the drunk, Dwarven battlemage.