The bottom of the boat hit the ground as it reached the shallow part of the river. Zarqa and Jafar got off, pulling it out.
Behind them, the shrubs and twigs rustled despite the still air of the night.
Something glimmered not far from them as it caught the light of the moon.
The moment the two of them turned around, ready to leave, they each found a sword slung right underneath their chins, an inch from touching their skin.
The two of them stiffened upon realizing their situation. One wrong move and their heads would be rolling.
Jafar's eyes flicked quickly from one side to the other, searching their attackers frantically. Two men, no taller than him, each wearing a mask so as not to reveal their faces.
Zarqa on the other side remained calm, her gaze calculating as she gauged their assailants. They seemed strong and muscular.
