With their bellies full, the weight of days of travel finally came crushing at them, and the two kids were sound asleep in their rooms. Morjana too was made comfortable in a soft makeshift bed of her own instead of inside Ali Baba's satchel.
Jaber and Sindbad however couldn't give in to the fatigue from their long journey to Baghdad or the ambush of snakes. Both men walked out onto the balcony, taking in the calm night.
Sindbad couldn't gloss over the veins twitching in Jaber's arms, a telltale that he was growing anxious. Not even in the hardest of times would Sindbad ever witness Jaber that worried.
Jaber leaned on the banister, hands clutched tightly together, practically shaking at that time.
That was no good sign.
" You realize who we're up against, right, Sindbad?" He inquired, not even lifting his head to look at his friend, merely looking down.
