Lafitte was grabbed and then secluded in darkness, the glow of the bone the only light leading him through the streets of Sesus. He was angry, his blood still pulsing in his veins, still filled with adrenaline. This wasn’t helped by the words coming out of the Selkie Prince’s mouth.
When Peino finished his tirade Lafitte could stand it no more. It didn’t matter that he could barely see the man, or that he was a Prince at that point, only that this whole operation had been bungled up in his mind. “Look, I ain’t in the business of dueling with the Nobles, alright?!” he yelled as the darkness began to subside with the weakening of the spell.
“We were in it for information, right? When I said ‘Do what you can for her’ I thought it was implied to patch her wound and grab her. She and her friend could’ve been useful for interrogation! Now instead we’ve got no one, and we’re being chased by the goddamned guardians!” he continued, just as furious and inexhaustible as his royal counterpart.
“And guess whose side of the story they’re listenin to now, eh? That gangster’s right, it ain’t over now…” and the rest of his grumblings and invectives were drowned out by the thunder and lightning of the storm as they continued across the bridge and through the streets of Sesus. At least we’re getting close to the Embassy, he thought. He didn’t know much about the intricacies of Aeldreth law, but he did know enough that the Embassy was outside of the guardians’ jurisdiction.
With his boiling blood beginning to cool, he knew that if nothing else, they’d need a bit of quiet seclusion to come up with a new plan. Because in his clearer state he knew that it wasn’t entirely true that they’d come away with nothing.
Jean Lafitte III did in fact have information to relay…