No, a bump and grab on Henrik was likely to earn Zame a dagger buried in his throat, and a quick, but messy death. Their's a palpable aura about the man that most noticed, and which usually kept people at bay. Even though he made no overt threatening maneuvers or gestures, their was just something about his look. He moved in an almost predatory fashion, with his crazy eyes half-feral...to say nothing of the fair growth of beard on his face, when the style of most men these days was to keep their face as smooth as a baby's bottom.<br/><br/>He was drawing closer to the pub that the Captain and others were in now, the pouch kept in his left hand, pressed against the side of his leg. He couldn't wait to see the look on Blood's face when he calmly gave her the treasure and informed her that he'd bumped up from being a vagrant to being a thief, and a jolly knifeman besides that.<br/><br/>Still, as much as his head might be swimming with what if's, he maintains a firm grip on the area around him. He was very alert; it was a result of his lifestyle, often staying out in the wilderness without a genuinely safe shelter to call home, and without anybody to watch his back.