Henrik, some may note, had a tendency to keep his eyes on just about everyone and what they were up to; including that pretty little thing and the man who took her out, probably for a quick fuck of one sort or another, he figured.  And some woman with him...ended up dragging him back inside. He couldn't hear all of what they said, but one word did ring out that caught his attention.<em>Cap'n</em><br/><br/>So the lass was a captain, was she? He found that hard to believe. Being a captain was generally something that was left to men. The oddity got ahold of his curiosity while  her well-endowed figure drew his attention, too.  But he chooses not to act yet. Instead, his attention shifted to more heavily focus on her than the other dullards in the tavern this evening.<br/><br/>Even when his food and drink comes, and he begins to sate himself on it, his attention remains focused on those two. Sizing them up; looking at the build of their bodies, and the things they carried, and trying to get a good feel for just what kind of a person each was. Sizing people up--usually quite accurately-- was second nature to him.