It was parties like these that drove Rudolfo to drinking. Pretending he was enjoying himself, Rudolfo attempted to filter out what was going on around him. He only smiled as he slowly ate his meal of some kind of meat, with some kind of dressing. "This food sucks" he thought. "I want to go home. I miss my wife. My servants cook better than this. I wish I were outside, raping and pillaging."

Finished with his food and on his way to acquiring respite in the form of a hard alcoholic beverage, Rudolfo looked at the princess. "Why the hell were we hired to help this lady? Surely she doesn't trust us [i]not[/i] to rape her in her sleep right?" Rudolfo wondered as he scratched his beard, which was worn nicer than he normally did. It was a low bar.

"Oh brandy. You're the only thing that understands me" he grumbled, uncorking a bottle of brown liquid and pouring it down his throat as if it were divine nectar.

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Rudolfo grumbled as he slowly rolled out of bed. "Damn youngsters" he complained as he slowly threw off his sheets and got out of bed. Rudolfo was chilly in his sleeping clothes, primarily because he war little to none. The old man shambled to put on his suit of armor. With his armor on, the old man stretched out, his spine cracking in the process. Whatever spiel had happened the night before had woken Rudolfo from a pleasant dream. He was roaming down the fields, plowing through hordes of enemies clad in nothing but a codpiece and wielding a steel tipped spear. Through his beard, Rudolfo smiled.

Slowly, the grizzled veteran made his way to meet with the Bear. His platoon-mates and fellow mercenaries rushed besides and around him, too impatient to stop and smell the fresh morning air. Rudolfo, still hung over, could barely smell. He was angry, thirsty, and disappointed. Anger and thirst were probably just side-effects of his hang-over. His disappointment must have also been from the same source; but it surely was a genuine and deep sense of disappointment. Rudolfo looked sternly straight forward- or at least as straight ahead as he could.

The old stag stood at attention as he awaited a signal from Jorrick, as well as any orders the man might have. Rudolfo hated taking orders from those younger than he was, but had slowly become accustomed to it as there became less and less people older.