Zarqa sat to her table, reading through the scroll and notes time and time again, yet her mind wasn't making any effort to understand them.
It was, understandably, preoccupied with more pressing matters. For it was already busy with worrying over the trio that had left no long ago to spare some space for the riddle in her hands.
Zarqa looked up from her scroll and at the bird that settled on a soft pillow before her. The bird wasn't any less restless than she was. She turned around anxiously in her spot, cocked her head to the side, and fixed Zarqa with almost an accusing look, demanding she explain what she had done to Ali Baba or face retribution.
