Nazmi and Samir retired to their room after the troubling morning to relax. Since the Prince didn't really need to sleep, he ended up staying awake while Nazmi took a nap. There was a lot for him to consider in the meantime... too many unanswered questions.
Just who and what exactly was Nazmi?
The explanation she had gotten from Willow made enough sense, but it lacked any sort of elaboration or context. If ashen nymphs have existed for ages, even as rare as they are, wouldn't there be a record somewhere about them? No matter how hard Samir had searched and even requested foreign transcriptions, he found nothing.
The lack of information was distressing him.
