Ulf stared at you silently, his expression blank as he registered what his child had said to him, or rather scolded him on, which was his drinking habits. Ulf's gaze briefly flickering in the direction of the Tavern he was on his way to.

Ulf soon looked back at you and gave a small chuckle, a small grin on his lips as he gave a small pat to your shoulder whilst walking past you, heading straight to the Tavern whilst strands of his hair fell over his eyes.

"You don't have to worry about me, boy/girl."

Ulf stated with a dismissive hand wave. His child had been with him for a long time, since birth, yet they'd always gotten upset when he'd drink, he didn't understand how they weren't used to it by now.

And his mind, he believed you should be grateful for his drinking, because if it weren't for his drinking, he'd have never bedded your mother, which meant he'd never have sired you, and then you wouldn't have been alive.