Ulf drunkenly explored the halls of Dragonstone, holding his wineskin tightly as he drank from it often. Ulf's gaze lazily drifted around, looking over a few paintings.

Ulf had recently claimed Silverwing to aid in the Dance of the Dragons, and he figured he would do some exploring. It's not like it could hurt.

It wasn't long until Ulf was no longer alone in the halls, as he heard the sound of quick footsteps, his gaze snapped in your direction, his brow raising as he observed you.