Lady Moonrain wasn’t the only one who felt the particularly strange and distasteful aura. Beau Bergeron felt a yearning for it within himself even as the Captain was speaking to the gangster, Haug Handslayer.
“Well, you can’t blame a guy for trying. You ever need the services of some privateers, here’s my card,” Lafitte said as Peino and his brother abruptly left. “Don’t worry, he always does that”, Lafitte continued with a slight chuckle. “You smoke?” Lafitte asked the gangster as the Captain puffed up himself, trying to make some small talk.
Beau wasn’t paying attention however, lost in his own thoughts as he looted the corpses on the battlefield. Perhaps, Beau thought, Captain Lafitte was no longer profitable towards his goal of retrieving the cards. The fact that the Selkie Lords had gone seemed to underscore his thoughts. He just had to stay with them a little longer until they were within the proximity of the cards – in the temple. He looked and saw it like a beacon in the distance. The thunder and lightning gave the whole complex a cinematic air.
If he killed Lafitte now, there would be little witness to the event. He could probably arrange it so that any onlooker would assume the gangsters did it. It wasn’t a bad plan, but it left a lingering question. Should he simply run into the temple and attempt to recover the cards in the resulting confusion? Should he, in fact, warn the Selkies that the two had begun to fight and attempt to get on their good side as a result?
Both options seemed to offer more risks than rewards. He simply knew he needed to get back to the cards. This long away from their presence had begun to weigh upon him. Even subdued, the fact that the cards were nearby on the ship had kept the hunger at bay. He just didn’t know how to rectify that situation now.
By the time the messenger arrived Beau had not only recovered his own daggers, but those of several of the gangster’s men, as well as much in the way of coin they’d had upon them (coin that would not be split according to the rules of the crew, of course).
Sounding slightly out of breath the messenger recited:
“Captain Starhand’s compliments, and will the gentlemen kindly attend a parlay in the Great Hall of the Temple immediately on a matter of mutual concern, interest, and urgency, thank you.”
“The Prince still desires our presence, then?” Captain Lafitte said casually, with an air of both fatigue and expectation about him. Beau nodded in the larger man’s direction, and Lafitte nodded back. It was understood that the assassin was to accompany him.
But another kind of understanding had taken root within Beau. The time to strike would be soon at hand.