The Magi follows in the back as we head in search of the treasure room. Morgin leads in front with the light and Goltas just slightly behind him, carrying all our things. (y/n) holds my hand, making sure to stay right by my side.
The young magi is ecstatic as he asks me about what all has happened. "Oh! So that's what happened?!" I nod. "You're the.." He pauses, trying to figure out who I am again, "..lord!" I smile, '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's a kid, it will be easy to convince him to be on my side. I tell him about myself, making sure to emphasize all my good traits. He seems to be looking around, my guess is for his friend. "Your friend went ahead and got separated, but I'll help him too."
"Okay," The boy seems lost in thought. I glance at (y/n) who seems to be eyeing me right now. I mouth a 'later' to her. We will tell him eventually, but not exactly the truth of course. Her head droops down, but I shrug it off. She's always like that, so what's 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 roam over to Morgin. I'm feeling a chance to brag about my three best slaves. They were all very expensive, you see. My eyes travel 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's a bit intimidating, and I've 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 glances back at the boy before stepping a bit farther ahead, illuminating the path ahead of us. I pull (y/n) closer to me pointing to her with my free hand. "This is (y/n), she's from a town not too far off of Qishan actually. But the merchant said she obeys better than any slave he's sold, and her pretty face more than tripled her price on the market." It's hard to read her usual expression, but I can pick up a faint pink on her cheeks and a look of shame or disappointment in her eyes. But I laugh it off, "All were very expensive! I bought them anyway, of course!"
"Oh.." was all he replies. '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 stops, turning those cold blue eyes towards me. "Ugo isn't a slave. He's my friend." I must've hit a wrong chord because he starts to act very indifferent towards me.
"Oh right, right!" I try to laugh it off. It's only a sorry mistake after all. "Anyway," I start, 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 sighs. That's it! Seems I hadn't messed up after all. We just need to get out with the treasure, and he will make me king! "But um.. Mister? Did Alibaba.. really go on ahead?" His question catches me off guard. Luckily, I'm quick to react.
"Yeah, of course!" He seems to stare at me suspiciously. Maybe I haven't gained his trust yet, after all.
The trail is coming to an end. Up a couple steps are three passages. Each with a one, two, or three open blocks at the top labeling them. I stare in, 'Oh no.. there are three separate passages. Does that mean dragons have three throats?' I remember the boy's translation. "All resides in the dragon's tail," I mutter. '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 look 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 will put on a show for him!' "Women and children stay here!" My words are dramatic but hopefully believable. I pass by them, placing a hand on Morgin's shoulder to whisper in his ear. "Keep an eye on that kid, Morgin," I whisper. He nods. I turn 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 head into the first passageway.