Jean Lafitte nodded at the elves’ plan of action as they came to a busy alley-way. It was full of festival-goers, shops and sellers peddling their wares, a likely place for such a transaction as the one they were seeking out to occur. The problem was, however, he wasn’t exactly sure what they were supposed to be looking for.
He knew they were looking for the man from whom Lotye got the cards(though Lafitte was beginning to suspect clandestine dealings in that regard), but he had no idea what the man looked like, and from the many people and shops at his disposal, it could be just about anyone.
Rolling a cigarette, he pointed Jeneyeru towards the tavern, indicating that was where he intended to start first. In his country, taverns were the traditional place for clandestine dealings of the sort, and that’s where he’d go. Looking around for Lotye, he lit up and asked, “The man you acquired the cards from, what did he look like?” putting particular emphasis on the word ‘acquired’. “Any distinguishing features, or clues as to which one of les fêtards it might be?” he continued. Lafitte was already forming a course of action in his mind, but it would help if he knew what to look for before doing so.
Looking towards the awning beneath which the patrons were gathered he took stock of their appearances, judging which he’d peg most likely himself…