Wally had been taught by his mentor that drunks tended to speak the truth. He had lived by an ancient saying that had helped thieves and others of their trade for most of time. "Wine enters, secrets exit." as the phrase went. He had lived by this phrase for years and it usually brought him great secrets. Except for right now. Currently he was learning about the many different ways that one could cook fish and still have it be fresh and light. Wally was wondering if he could throw himself off the nearby cliffs now or later. He was thinking about this as a woman walked into the bar. The night seemed to be turning up now. 

Wally clearly did not match with his surroundings. His clothes looked like they were trying to be like the local peasants but they did not fit him very well. They were a bit too tight for comfort. The clothes clearly were not his. The brown rough shirt was just a bit tight but he could still fight in it and the clothes hid his daggers.  Wally preferred his thief outfit but he did not care about how he looked. Except maybe in front of pleasant company. Wally did have a bit of a weakness as it were.  

He returned her smile but his seemed more natural. "Faflon... Oh right him. I think he is sleeping off his drinks. " He said smiling at her. "It is so nice to meet you, Mira. I'm... Wally." He said figuring she would not like calling him Fletcher. It was the polite thing to do. Wally looked over at her oysters and fished out a few silver pieces. Wally handed the coins to her as he grabbed two of the oysters. Wally started to eat them raw. "So what do you do around here other than sell oysters?" He asked as he looked right at her. Wally had to admit there was something up with the girl. He could not tell what it was.