Jason gave Puck a gentle glance with a look to try and ask him to calm a bit,then looked firmly back at the redcap. He was wondering just how much some of these creatures from the Fey realm knew about the dragon history,if they knew the former dragon king was dead and that he was only helping his brother rule when he let him. "I can see your end of this situation,and thanks.I'll keep an eye out.And often word isn't as it travels,not all you said was exact,but~" He gave a shrug,acting fairly casual. "Who am I to say? Maybe I experienced it all differently."

He snorted, then turned and spat on one of his flunkys shoes. The other redcap snarled and cursed, but One-Eye didnt seem to notice. "Anyway, there it is. Last time I checked, the ******s were nosing around Bourbon Street. If you do manage to kill them, dragon, tell them One-Eyed Jack says hello. Lets go, boys."

"Aw, boss." The redcap who was spit on smiled at Jason and licked his fangs. "Cant we chew on it, just a little?"

One-Eyed Jack slapped the offending faery upside the head without looking at him. "Idiot," he snapped. "I have no desire to pick your frozen guts off the pavement. Now move, you stupid lot. Before I lose my temper."

The redcap leader grinned at Jason, gave Ash and Puck one last sneer, and backed away. Snapping and arguing with each other, the redcap gang ambled into the darkness and vanished from sight.

He sheathed his sword. "Should we stop for the night?"

Jason didn't much much like how those redcaps had sneered at Puck and Ash,his angry red in his freckles showing it for a moment before he calmed himself and rolled his shoulders before shrugging his opinion. He looked to Puck,interested in the Summer Fey's thoughts on maybe stopping for the night.

Puck looked to Jason and shrugged

"Well I don't think we really gave much an answer." Jason said,trying not to smile at how it seemed a little funny that poor Ash had to deal with two boys with indecision at the moment. His freckles where soft yellow and twisting lavender.

"Okay, fine. We cant run and hide just because the Iron fey are looking for Jason. We'd never get anywhere. Let's keep moving." Puck shrugged again

Jason agreed. He didn't want to get his tail kicked for a bit longer.

Ash nodded. "We're almost there."

They reached their destination without further incident. The New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum looked exactly how they remembered it, faded black doors sunk into the wall. The wooden sign creaked on its chains overhead.

Jason wasn't comfortable coming back to this place,remembering the past events here and around this area. He tentatively touched a hand to Pucks,reminding himself Puck was okay and right there.Not bleeding and dying to a point where Jason couldn't help.

Puck took Jason's hand in his. Ash peered in the window. The interior of the museum was dark. He scanned the area around them before turning to place a hand on one of the doors