Wade cockedd his head to the side and looked up at her. "Assassin gypsy? Quite the combo." He finally decided it high time he switched out his leaf to a more sober leaf, that being tobacco. He withdrew a tobacco leaf from a satchel on his person and crammed the leaf into the pipe. He was using the embers from the previous leaf to light the tobacco.

Wade appeared to be relaxed with reality again, as no triggers were going off in his mind. It was nice. He needed to avoid any triggers from now on, because it made him feel better to be sober and free from worry than to be drunk and avoiding thinking about something. He let one of his eyes close as he looked back up at Ramara, "So riddle me this. Why does a gypsy become an assassin?" 

Of course the conversation seemed to be completely interrupted by this new presence in the form of a werewolf sleeping. "Oh fantastic!" Wade said, not sure how to react. "We need silver." He plainly said, pulling out his sword and looking rather tired as he did so. "Y'all better hope the bastard is friendly, because I sure as hell don't have any silver." His reaction was cut short when the young pirate ran up to it and started loving all over it. 

Wade opened both eyes and gave a rather angrily disappointed expression. "I'm not sure how to react to this." He looked the young pirate up and down, "It's a werewolf. They aren't exactly cuddly. You better be praying he's friendly."