Falkor glanced to the door when it opened, letting in a group of men, one of who approached the table he currently stood at. The viking's attention returned to the seated woman when she acknowledged both his, and this other man's assumptions. Seeing the displeasure on her face at the presence of the hooded man, Falkor took a step aside, his own fingers drifting to his belt where he held a small knife. He would have preferred his axes, but they would have drawn much more attention than the hidden blade.<br/><br/>Hearing the woman's offer to take a seat, Falkor chose to remain standing, dark eyes never leaving the other man. He didn't trust him, but then again, the feeling was probably mutual. The Northman saw the other woman approaching before asking them about drinks. He already knew that his men would take full advantage of being here, the rest of his crew having to make due with whatever was left on board, or risk leaving the ship to find drink elsewhere. For the moment, the captain was fine. He didn't need his senses dulled by drink just yet, not until he knew more of what was going on. As the other man turned to speak to one of the others he had come in with, Falkor's hand closed loosely around the handle of his knife.<br/><br/>It was with great suspicion that the viking finally took a seat, turned slightly in his seat as to keep the two others in his sight. He asked roughly the same thing that was on his mind, so Falkor simply turned his attention to the woman, curious as to what she was after.