A large Bull-like man wearing scant armor, drinking heavily at a table.

You might have chosen the biggest guy in the room, really. Not to say that's a bad thing, of course, but well. We both know what you're after here, right?

You walk over to the brute, his nose flaring at every gulp he takes from a pitcher just about as big as your head.

Even as you're just a few feet away from him, he doesn't take any particular notice of you, continuing to be enthralled by the seeming brew he's drinking. He seems quite worked up, actually. Seems like he's enjoying a nice drink after a hard day. Your suspicions on your hypothesis put to rest by the man's scent, you're now just noticing. Clearly he's taking it easy right now. Might be best to just leave him be. Or, you could strike up a conversation.