Tudolf was one of the first few people to sit down but not the very first, that honour belonged to the metal clad man, but as soon as Tudolf got there he began drinking just about anything in sight even though half of the stuff was nonalcoholic which also was mainly made up of food grease and such things. He felt a little out of place with the types of people that had shown up as lots of them seemed to have great stature in one way or another while he could just pass off as a common drunk. As he continued to drink the mountain of a man once more addressed the group, in his own opinion, a finer manor then the Elf's only because he could understand his loud nature slightly better as it matched his own volume. When he brought up the possibility of winning silver via arm wrestling the drunk could hardly keep his mouth from curling into a smile.

"Hey! 'll wrestle arm ya! That is if ya think ya can keep up with this!" The drunk yelled standing up on the table while also putting his food unintentionally in another recruits food. If Tudolf won he'd use that money to buy a few drinks for himself and maybe buy over a few friends because if there was one thing that drunkard would remember is that you need friends in order to not kneel over prematurely.