He looked with an arched brow, though the only hint of this was the way his hat tilted on it's own. "Really now?" Turning to stare down at the goblins, "Now isn't THAt interesting..." Voice laced with a playful malice... "Shall we deal with them later? Or ask for more..." Slowly leaning over the smaller creatures with a wicked hint to his posture and tone of voice. In disorganized unison, the trio reached for flintlock pistols, a swift wave of hte man's hand, and all three were trapped in ice... Flash frozen alive. "Well... Seeing as they won't be going anywhere, shall we?" making a brief, almost smug bowing gesture while sweeping his staff towards the stairs. "After all, it seems we have a blimp to catch."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>