Jamil P.O.V. 1st Person
The Magi followed in the back as we headed in search of the treasure room. Morgin led in front with the light and Goltas just slightly behind him, carrying all our things. (y/n) held my hand, making sure to stay right by my side. The young magi was ecstatic as he asked me about what all had happened. "Oh! So that's what happened?!" I nodded. "You're the..." He paused, trying to figure out who I was again, "...lord!" I smiled, 'Great thing he already knows who I am. He must know how powerful I am.'
"Right! I'm Jamil, Lord of Qishan!" Good thing he was a kid, it would be easy to convince him to be on my side. "You see, my job is organizing the town's safety, industry, and infrastructure. As well as preserving the people's way of life! In other words: I help people!" I made sure to emphasize the 'help' in that sentence. "It was only natural that I help you!" I batted the idea off with a smile. He seemed to be looking around, my guess was for his friend. "Your friend went ahead and got separated, but I'll help him too."
"Okay," the boy seemed lost in thought. I glanced at (y/n) who seemed to be eyeing me right now. I mouthed a 'later' to them. We would tell him eventually, but not exactly the truth of course. Their head drooped down, but I shrugged it off. (y/n) was always like that, so what was so different about it this time?
"(y/n) was just reminding me, I should let you know we're following him in search of the exit. Maybe he'll even make it there before us!" The Magi's eyes roamed over to Morgin. I was feeling a chance to brag about my three best slaves. They were all very expensive, you see. My eyes traveled along the walls and ceilings. Fine art engraved into them. 'What would he find interesting… No: impressive. "You wondering about these three? They're my slaves. The big one is Goltas. He's from a nomadic tribe up north. Due to an injury he can't talk, but he's tough and very strong." He was a bit intimidating, and I had him for a long time. "The one with the red hair is Morgin. He descends from a tribe of hunters that lived on the dark continent to the south. He has a superb sense of smell and incredibly strong legs." Morgin glanced back at the boy before stepping a bit farther ahead, illuminating the path ahead of us. I pulled (y/n) closer to me pointing to them with my free hand. "This is (y/n), they'refrom a town not too far off of Qishan actually. But the merchant said they obey better than any slave he's sold, and their pretty face more than tripled their price on the market." It was hard to read (y/n)'s usual expression, but I could pick up a faint pink on their cheeks and a look of shame or disappointment in their eyes. But I laughed it off, "All were very expensive! I bought them anyway, of course!"
"Oh..." was all he muttered. 'Seems he's uninterested... or maybe I sounded too conceited? Most people prefer talking about themselves so that's probably it!'
"Oh right! Will you show me your slave sometime? The one in the flute! You could do it now, but your friend took him on ahead." Of course I actually had the flute on me. He stopped, turning those cold blue eyes towards mine.
"Ugo isn't a slave. He's my friend." I must've hit a wrong chord because he started to act very indifferent towards me.
"Oh right, right!" I tried to laugh it off. It was only a sorry mistake after all. "Anyway," I started, changing the topic, "we're reaching the end of this dungeon. While you were asleep we found the way to the treasure room. Why don't you come with us?!"
"Okay..." he sighed. That's it! Seems I hadn't messed up after all. We just needed to get out with the treasure, and he would make me king! "But um... Mister? Did Alibaba... really go on ahead?" His question caught me off guard. Luckily, I was quick to react.
"Yeah, of course!" He seemed to stare at me suspiciously. Maybe I hadn't gained his trust yet, after all.
The trail was coming to an end. Up a couple steps were three passages. Each with a one, two, or three open blocks at the top labeling them. I stared in, 'Oh no... there are three separate passages. Does that mean dragons have three throats?' I remembered the boy's translation. "All resides in the dragon's tail," I muttered. 'It must lie ahead, but how do I determine the right path? Who should I send? Morgin? No... if there aren't any corpses his sense of smell is completely useless. Goltas? If he finds anything though... he can't say anything. (y/n)? No... it'd be better to send either Morgin or Goltas. They'd be just as useful' "Tch!" (y/n) looked up at the sound of me clicking my tongue. 'They're all useless! I'll have to go myself!' I looked over at Goltas. 'I can use him for traps at least.'
"Guys, the way ahead is dangerous! As Lord, I will investigate it myself!" 'This would put on a show for him!' "Women and children stay here!" My words were dramatic but hopefully believable. I passed by them, placing a hand on Morgin's shoulder to whisper in his ear. "Keep an eye on that kid, Morgin," I whispered. He nodded. I turned to the boy, "Morgin, will stay here and protect you in case any danger comes along. Goltas and I should be back soon." Waving goodbye I headed into the first passageway.