Names change as easy as blood comes off knives Wil though to himself. They had a connection through a drop off, if she were worth her salt that'd be the only way he could find her. Could be younger than she looked, he figured, or maybe just in need of that silver. If he were doing this work, Wil would be asking for four times that just to even open his mouth.
Most thieves he knew didn't have gold or silver, which is why they got in that profession anyway. "Rest up and be off." He said, not unfriendly, giving her a wave as dismissal.
If his contacts were right, he was uncharacteristically off, and this girl was worth more than she looked. Were his instinct for discovery not lying to him too, he'd find out in short order.