Lafitte simply smiled at Peino’s being miffed. Courtesy or no courtesy in this world, in his it was prudent to be ready for an attack when presented with an armed relative stranger.
Placing a hand on his hip, he watched as the Prince casually went over to the bloodied wizard, he’d figured the blow fatal, but it was always hard to tell, goblins were a tough people. Lafitte cocked his head in some curiosity as Starhand began rummaging in the little wizard’s pockets, throwing out all manner of things and concoctions until he had found a card much like the one Lafitte himself had taken from the wizard.
That the goblin would have more than one of the things had never occurred to the Maurepasan. His jacket pocket seemed to pulse in time with his increasing heartbeat, he got the urge to take the card from the hand of the Prince right then and there, but he forced the feeling down, not only did he have no idea why he wanted the thing, he and his crew were in a very prone position for a battle to start.
Lafitte was still pondering this strange turn of events, and his oddly, almost addictive, reaction to them when they were abruptly interrupted by a member of Starhand’s crew. He found himself slightly disappointed he wouldn’t be able to sell the ship, minor fire damage could be fixed easily, enchanted holes in the fabric of reality, not so much. Suppressing a scowl, to answer Peino, “I’m surprised you’d even have to ask, d’ami,” he said with a smirk, and turning to address his milling crewmembers aboard the Spriggan vessel, “What are you waiting for messieurs!? Grab everything you can get your hands on and get it up on my boat!” he called out, “Work for you, compagnon?” he asked as he began rolling a cigarette.