A break in the case

Yesterday, after Wally Stanislaw showed Rome and Rei evidence that there were intelligent, highly evolved versions of the falling blankets roaming Decado in the past, they got down to the reason they were there. They informed Wally they were looking for Dan Steele and David Troutman, the would-be assassins. What are the odds that Wally knows anything?

     Darwin, huh,” Wally said, looking right at Bonnie.
     Rome pulled the two pictures out of her pocket. “Here are their images,” Rome said. “Do you recognize either of them?”
     The scientist studied the pictures for a minute. He pointed to the picture of Steele. “I’m assuming that’s Steele. I have no clue about him. I’ve never met him.”
     “What about David Troutman?” Rome asked.
     Wally Stanislaw tugged at his chin. “Yeah, him, I’ve met. He came to see me, oh, maybe three years ago.”
     “Why?” Rei asked.
     “He wanted me to come work for his mining group. At least that’s what they called it. Of course, that’s before we even knew Darwin existed.”
     “What happened?”
     “He had some cockamamie excuse about having to mine certain metals and they needed help finding the right kind of ore.”
     “Well, that’s right up your alley, right?” Rei asked.
     “Yeah, but his whole story didn’t make any sense. I mean, hindsight is 20/20 and all but even then they couldn’t come up with a rational explanation. The Vuduri have been more than generous in giving us whatever we needed. He couldn’t explain why that wasn’t good enough so I told him to get lost.”
     Rei pointed over his shoulder. “Well, he wasn’t one of the ones deported so he’s still running around. Have you seen him since?”
     “It’s possible but I can’t say for sure,” Wally replied, handing the pictures back to Rome. “The last time I was in Ur, I bumped into a really tall guy, way too tall to be Vuduri. Same color hair. Ginger. But this guy had a beard and was wearing a hood. He didn’t act like he recognized me. From the way he was dressed, I figured it was one of the Deucadons but it might’ve been him. I’m not certain.”
     “That makes perfect sense!” Rei exclaimed. “There’s no reason why he would stay clean-shaven. If you don’t want to be recognized, growing a beard would be the first thing you do. Then dress like the natives.”
     Rei turned to Rome and Bonnie. “Let’s get going.”

So now we know who we are looking for: a tall, ginger haired man with a ginger-colored beard. The Vuduri themselves were always a short people. So maybe it wouldn't be so hard picking him out of a crowd. If he's still in the town of Ur, of course.