The gentleman walked with a slight limp, supported by his silver handled cane. He wore dark leathers and a long coat well tailored. He had huge grey sideburns and several trinkets of silver were visible on his person showing him to be a man of means. Blood bowl teams of varying races were gathered in groups scattered about. The lone man was hardly even noticed among the colorful and diverse crowds. He stopped for a moment and surveyed the scene, appraising the teams and coaches, sizing them up. He noticed several teams of vampires were present, hooded and covered up though they were, they still stuck to the shaded areas. He grimaced and eyed them very suspiciously. The Alderman hated vampires and he absentmindedly brushed his fingers on the old scars on his tanned neck. After a moment he turned away from the cursed creatures and approached the signup tables and waited to be addressed. "Can I help you?" said the man sitting behind the table in an annoyed tone. "Yes my good sir, I am here to sign up a blood bowl team for the Big Crunch 2." The man looked even more annoyed now making a show to look around the man for the team which obviously was not there. "Well where in Morr's Realm are they? All players are supposed to be present as well. They need to register and sign their waivers." "Oh I'm sure an exception can be made," the gentleman said confidently, "If you'll look here I have a list of the players and their signatures giving me the right to sign in their stead. I am the team owner you see..." "No no no no no," the clerk cut him off, "Go get your team they need to be here." "Well, I could do that," started the gentleman with a twinkle in his eye, "but then I'd have to tell the evil little buggers that your the reason they've had to leave the bar. The bull centaurs certainly won't be happy..." "Wait, bull centaurs? What do you mean bull centaurs?" the clerk cut the man off again though now he seemed more concerned than annoyed. "Why yes it is a chaos dwarf team," replied the man, "I am the owner of a chaos dwarf team and I didn't want to drag them down here because they can often get belligerent around other living things. The bulls are of especially violent bloodlines, and then of course their is the hobgoblins. They've buried their blades in at least ten backs on the journey here. But I'll go get them, I'll just let them know that you insisted they come in person, I'm sure they'll understand..." "Whoa whoa no that's ok, their is no need for that, let me see that paper you were talking about. And your name is?" The man smiled deviously, "I am The Alderman, and my team is Zharrmin Ultra Soft"