"We're back again, Marla," Syl exclaims as he walks into the common room and notices his favorite tiefling server. Despite a slight slur to his words, and definitely reeking of alcohol and other things, he had a hearty appetite. "Bring me whatever, you've got dear, and I've got quite a story for you. You might say we've been deputized!"
If the others at the table didn't know better, they would have sworn that Waltor was almost hiding his face, looking away from the scene where the hapless witch was trying to impress with his boasts.