Ulfgier had been riding for a few days, so one could imagine his excitement when a large stone dragon head came into view. This was Dragon Bridge, his destination. He dismounted his horse at the stables, adjusting his helmet. He immediately headed to the tavern, eager to get a strong drink and some good food. He entered through the front door, walking through the tavern before taking a seat at a table. A woman came up to the table to take his order.<br/><br/>"Hoarker Loaf, a bottle of Black Briar Mead and a tankard." Once the woman left, Ulfgier went over his plan of action. He was going to stay in Dragon Bridge for the night and try to gather as much information as he could about recent vampire attacks in the morning. After that, he was going to compile all of that information and look for a pattern. Then came the hard part; tracking down whoever was leading these creatures and giving it a taste of his steel. His thoughts were interrupted by the woman from before setting a plate, a bottle, and a tankard down in front of him. He thanked her with a palm full of coin and proceeded to pour his drink. He took a strong swig of the sweet liquid, letting out a sigh of relief once the tankard was separated from his lips.<br/><br/>His eyes wandered over to a Khajiit who was sitting at a nearby table. "Tch." He picked up his fork and took a large bite out of the Hoarker Loaf. He couldn't believe that the guardsmen let one of those things in. "Better keep my coin purse close." Ulfgier mumbled under his breath, wiping the juices from his meal from his mouth. He took his helmet off, setting it on the table in front of him, his long fair hair fell down over his shoulders. He took another strong swig of his drink.<br/><br/>He finally began to loosen up once inebriation set in. Ulfgier approached a bard that was playing quietly in the corner. "Hey, you."<br/><br/>"Yes sir?" The bard responded, still strumming his lute. Ulfgier placed a few Septims down on the table next to him.<br/><br/>"Do you know Ragnar the Red?" He asked. The bard grinned, bowing sharply to Ulfgier.<br/><br/>"Of course I do, m'lord. I'd be happy to play it for you." The bard changed the melody he was playing on his lute. He then began to sing, Ulfgier singing along with him.<br/><br/>"There once was a hero named Ragnar the Red, who came riding to Whiterun from ol' Rorikstead!" Ulfgier sang a little too loud.