Zame continued to drink his whiskey,"Soft spot for pickpockets." he began laughing to himself "Don't confuse me with a lowly pickpocket, I'm a professional. Though the pouch may be out of reach at this point, unless . . . " A strange thought went through his head "No, no, no. I don't want to do that. I don't want to deal with a pirate crew." Zame took a breath and relaxed then took another drink. "Oh well, I don't live for my next birthday. My next large job is what I live for. Tell me something, you've figured out why I'm here. Tell me why your here, can't be for just a drink."