<em>The sharks have noticed fresh blood in the water,</em>Lon thought to himself, watching the attention the women had drawn from other men in the bar. He'd been especially amused by the conversation with the wench; although the girl's voice had been low, barely carrying over the increasing level of noise, the wench's response had been unmistakable, and his smirk carried his obvious enjoyment of the exchange. She'd noticed him watching her, of that he was certain, so he dropped the pretense and smiled kindly at her, nodding an amused greeting, and finally allowed himself to move on to the others that had entered.<br/><br/>One was a caravan guard, and Lon felt his eyes slide right over him, through him, like a net in an empty sea, catching instead upon the next man -<em>no, giant,</em>Lon corrected himself, eyes widening to take in what appeared to be a hide covered walking oak tree. He shook his head slightly as the half-giant folded into a chair, and wondered if it would splinter under his bulk. But no, the chair held easily, and Lon's eyes narrowed, realizing that despite his height, he wasn't actually that bulky. He chewed his lip thoughtfully, and appeared to allow his gaze to wander off into space as he thought deeply into his mug. In reality, he'd gathered as much information as he could using his eyes; it was time to allow the other senses their fair share of play.