Fleabag Finnegan: You want to hear me tale, eh? I'm... shocked. You seemed more a... strictly business type. So imagine, there I was... prime of me life... full of confidence... full of food even... and best of all: full of dreams. The lass I'd me eye on for a long while, stood out in the cold of night, waiting for her carriage home. It struck old Finnegan. Offer the lady your coat. Warm her, as she's warmed your heart. I moved over to her. She looked at me and... fear caught her lip. It quivered, but not from the cold. It struck me like a bolt in the chest. What was I to do? Did she thought me a monster? I only wanted to offer her my coat... Suddenly... I were tossed aside. And upon her... was a fearsome wolf of white, ripping and tearing at her. I rejoiced at the fool I was. It were not me she feared! It were the damn lunging beast behind me! Hahaha! The poor lass... within an instant, she were a jewel no longer. I mean, seriously. She were right bloody massacred. Unsightly even. But now, hear this... the moral of me story... Oooo... hang on now... Wait... what was I on about?

Fleabag Finnegan: That's right. Foes call me Fleabag. Friends call me Finnegan. Most call me both. Well, I found meself out here after a rather... long job. Tired, I was. All alone. But alone no longer it seems... Yes, let's see what magic we can make on the open market, eh? I won't ask how you got your coin... if you don't ask how I move your goods... hehehe!