Captain Jean Lafitte III leaned back in his chair deep in thought. Tayliana had a very worried look on her face, and being that she was the ship’s wizard, Lafitte couldn’t help but think it had something to do with those cards.
Did she see the same vision as me?, he thought, there was no doubt in his mind that whatever she experienced would have to have been more visceral than Lafitte’s. His First Mate’s concerns of more of the cards ending up in the hands of the Spriggans continued to plague him. Images of his own devising came clearly to his mind, images of the creatures, or those like it or worse, crushing his ship and bringing him and his crew with it to their deaths like a boulder in the ocean.
Lafitte drank from his mead as much to steady himself as anything enjoyable about the drink, which, truth be told wasn’t much, not to his tastes anyway. Lafitte then looked up to his Lookout, he hadn’t ordered the man into the bar, but then, he hadn’t necessarily ordered his crew away neither. So it was with a mental shrug that he noted the man’s presence, and a subtle smile in response to the seeming awkwardity of their conversation.
In Maurepas, Lafitte wasn’t exactly known for his manners, yet, neither was he known for a particular rudeness either. Manners weren’t generally prized among pirates and thieves, that was the domain of the gentry — effectively the Plantation Owners and Guilds Bosses. He’d never had much use for them, or their particular niceties, but he was a smart enough man to know when his crewman was being offered an informal drink, and he was responding to it incorrectly.
Lafitte took the bottle from the table and poured a small amount into a glass and offered it to Tayliana, he’d never seen her drink before, but he knew something spooked her, “If you need it,” he said as he passed her the glass. She merely nodded with that scared-nauseated look on her face, but Lafitte didn’t pay any mind to whether she drank it. Instead he decided to break the tension of his lookout.
“Farseer, good of you to join us,” he said. “And, Captain,” he continued, with a slight pause for effect, “my First Mate here brings up a good point, those cards were in the hands of the Spriggans, an organization I’m required to protect shipping against.”
“If there are more of them, I’d sooner gather them up myself than face more of those creatures on the high seas. If you have any information with regards to any of their whereabouts it would be greatly appreciated, and I’d be happy to bring them to your stead to see them destroyed, if you so desired?” Lafitte said, with another swig of his drink.