Jean Lafitte III saw the slight hesitation of the barman as he gave him his ale. Lafitte smiled slightly beneath his mask, Good, he thought, his suspicions confirmed, this is a guy that can be bought.
However, before he could take full advantage of the revelation, Jeneyeru made an abrupt departure. Well, so much for the eager teamwork, he thought with a raised eyebrow. Still, a selkie as refined as the wizard seemed to be was probably of little help in a bar to begin with, he figured. If nothing else, his sticking around would likely arouse unwanted suspicion towards Lafitte’s task.
The Captain took a long drag on his cigarette and put it out in one of the small plates on the bar. He then made a show of deliberately picking out a few gold coins, but notably refrained from placing them on the table. “If you’d be so kind, yes…” he said, taking a sip of the ale, it was bitter but that was how Lafitte liked his beer. “There is something else,” he continued in a quietly low tone, suggesting that it be kept out of the ears of fellow patrons.
Leaning across the bar table he said, “You wouldn’t happen to’ve noticed someone trying to peddle strange looking playing cards around the tavern, would you?” Lafitte then jingled the coins slightly in his hand as he reached for the mug to take another sip of his ale. With any luck, the barman could at least point him in the right direction, and with better luck maybe even give him a description. If not? Well, there were other shops to try.