Captain Jean Lafitte III angled his hat on his head to avoid the elements pouring out from the heavens. Down on the ground, the storm had changed from sleet to freezing rain, and in a lot of ways the rain was more annoying. It stayed with you longer.
Looking behind him, he saw Tayliana looking at the ground and saying something to Beau. She had a curious look of disdain on her face, but before he could ask her about it he saw the wizard out in front of him waving him onwards. Lafitte decided to roll another cigarette. He didn’t generally smoke them in a chain the way he had been on this trip, but hell, he figured, I ain’t gonna walk around in the woods without some form of comfort.
Lafitte made a brisk pace to catch up with the selkie and the faerie, nodding at the wizard and his valet as he did so. As he went to strike a match close up under his hat, he heard a loud “OMF!” as his boot hit something that felt a bit fleshy. When he looked over to see what it was he nearly dropped the cigarette out of his mouth.
He’d never seen anything like it; it was like a tiny person in a loincloth running for the bushes after the kick. Lafitte shook his head, figuring that it was neither the first nor the last surprise he’d find in this funhouse of a world he’d found himself in. Finally managing to finish striking the match, he was puffing away by the time he caught up to Jeneyeru.
“Brownies,” the wizard said confidentially, “they are following us now. We must keep moving.”
Lafitte chuckled as he looked back towards the bush. “Yeah,” he said, figuring he knew what Jeneyeru was referring to, “I suppose we should.” And with that the Captain continued to puff away, completely unaware of the growing rustling surrounding their party.