While Ali Baba was lost in his inner turmoil of emotions, a clank not far away snapped him back to reality, forcing his mind to leave that tower and consider the beautiful scenery it was now amidst.
Before his mind could ponder on the beauty of the impeccably grown garden, another clink prompted it to consider the possibility of danger around them and close by. Consequently, it sought out escape roots and means of defense. Ali Baba reached to his waist and groaned when his hand clutched on empty air.
His dagger was left in the library.
Great... Just Great... He cursed. Of all the times to forget his only weapon...
The sounds continued on, and Ali Baba recognized the pattern. Metal clashing and cleaving against each other. A sword fight.
The sounds weren't far, yet they weren't close either. If he was quiet and quick, he could make it back to the safety of the castle without being spotted.
