It is clear that Wat was becoming agitated. He understood the penchant of Oakstaff's kind for long, meandering tales, but they were on the tail of an assassin and no matter how guarded Orlando was, time was not their ally.
When there was a convenient pause in the tale, Wat cleared his throat.
"I don't mean to be rude, but while I enjoy a good tale as much as anyone, I just would feel much better the sooner I have seen Porpherio with my own eyes."