Wally looked up and had to control his laughter at the idea that Ammon's threat would affect him. He had been threatened with so much more than losing his hands. THis guy seemed to think that he had some kind of power. "Oh please milord." He said adding his lower class accent to add to the effect."I am so scared of you. All you have is a sword! It is not as if I have faced worse, milord!" He said not really scared by him. "It is not like I could get away or just cut your throat! " He said still hiding his daggers. 

Wally grabbed the bowl of mystery stew. "I really do not like your hospitality, lady." He said to the woman who really seemed to hate him. He glared back at the sword man before laughing this time. "Me? This is my fault? Hmmm.. I am going to guess the king knows more about you than me. I'm guessing the guards saw you come in and not me." He said as he pushed the flat of the sword away from his throat. "Put away your sword before I cut your throat. " He said cheerfully. "I did not take anything so to you I am not a thief. I understand the law."

He then focused on the new woman. This place keeps getting more and more insane. "If he scares you which I can guess that he does, why don't you leave?" He asked her still ignoring the other men here. He only cared about helping this woman right now.