What if i said i don't care?

Vlad didn’t often leave his mind recently, especially with the recent news that he would be twice a father. He closed his eyes in turmoil as he thought of the accidental litters that were developing in their mother’s wombs. He hadn’t stopped scolding himself for either. He had given up drinking for the most part, though he’d enjoyed both times he’d gotten really drunk the consequences had been difficult to bear. Rhyme tried to banish these thoughts as he stalked towards where Acere was keeping guard over Vlad. With Shaye’s pregnancy it was hard to spare the set of eyes on the captive 24/7.

He nodded to the towering pale coated warrior, giving him permission to take a few moments to himself. Rhyme could handle the prisoner. He didn’t seem to eager to make his escape, but Rhyme knew better than to fully trust him. He sat a few paces away, allowing the falling snow to accumulate around him. "I’d tell you Welcome to Abaven, but you were never welcome here." He started, feeling the familiar resentment towards the sellsword. "What did you really think you were going to accomplish like that?" If he had really been so eager to barter a price he’d failed at boasting a silver tongue.