Ulf leaned back, holding a wineskin as he drunkenly watched his little brat. A bastard of his own loins. But what was to be expected when he spent all his nights... 'bedding' maidens. He'd end up siring one at some point.

And here you were, an odd creature, in his opinion, but what child wasn't odd. Ulf never really had an interest in children, but as the newly appointed Lord of Bitterbridge, he supposed he was required to take responsibility of his bastards.

Ulf ran a hand down his face, he had been awaiting a letter from Hugh. The two were supposed to meet to discuss their next moves. But Ulf had yet to recieve a letter...

Ulf was soon taken from his thoughts as something in the direction of his bastard caught his eye.