Ulfgier had a grand old time drinking and singing. He even had a couple more loaves of Hoarker meat. He was very happy. He hadn't gotten a chance to have fun like this since he left Whiterun after that argument with his son. He stood to inherit the title of Jarl from him, but... Ulfgier shook his head.<span style="font-style: italic">But he uses that magic stuff.</span>The old grizzled Nord was very distrustful of magic, as were most Nords with good sense.  "Ugh, Talos... what do I do?"<br/><br/>His mind wandered to the argument. He had left his son, Floki in charge of the Hold while he was gone. The main reason was to teach him responsibility and to try and get some of that magic nonsense out of his head. He had actually expressed interest in going to the Mage's college! Ulfgier just couldn't believe it. He was losing his son to the damn mages! As if they hadn't taken enough from him. He took a strong swig of his drink to try and get his mind off of it.<br/><br/>He rejoined the Bard's song, drinking and singing as the night went on. Ulfgier's merrymaking was interrupted by some crazy old man spouting a bunch of nonsense. Ulfgier was rather drunk at this point, and as anyone knows; nothing is more dangerous than an angry Nord that has had too much to drink. "Hey!" Ulfgier grabbed the man's collar, his hand on the pommel of his sword. "We're trying to have some fun here! Take it to the temple, old man!" Then, the Vampires broke in. Ulfgier pushed the old man down and drew his sword, letting out a bellowing battle cry as he attempted to run one through with his sword.