“If you can find Alibaba, you have the best chance of helping everyone.”
Gray eyes narrowed at Sinbad. And you want me babysitting. Again.
Sinbad let his gaze flicker toward the Djinn, and back. Do you want me to take a young, untrained magi near a band of thieves and robbers who may be Falling into Depravity? “You are one of my best at finding people who don’t want to be found, Ja’far.”
Someone who hadn’t known the assassin for years would never have seen that tiny, resigned slump.
Masrur reached over and patted Ja’far’s shoulder, with a gentleness that still surprised Sinbad, no matter how long he’d known Fanalis controlled their strength. It’s okay. No matter what interesting trouble Sinbad finds, I can still pick him up and carry him. Like pulling a kitten off a lion’s tail.
Argh. Annoying, especially because it was true. Masrur would haul him out by the scruff of his neck, if he felt a mess warranted it. Which was comforting, in a way, but… he never wanted to have to need it.
…The fact that Ja’far was smiling did not make him feel any better.
“If you’re willing to accept my help,” Ja’far inclined his head to the magi and girl, “I would be glad to assist you in finding your friend.”
“Er, wait,” Sinbad started. He might be sly and sometimes ruthless, but he had manners. “The smugglers might not like being found. I can’t ask a girl to walk into what might be a fight! Perhaps the young lady-”
Masrur gave him a look, as Morgiana’s toes clenched on paving stone.
And shattered it.
“I’m going to find Alibaba,” Morgiana declared.
The pout, Sinbad decided, made it even scarier. “Yes, ma’am.”