It was impossible. It was crazy. It was Alibaba, for Solomon’s sake, the guy was no way anything like the Sinbad stories-
But what if it is? “A Magic Tool nobody else he’s let try can use,” Cassim said out loud. “Like the ones we’re looking for; only someone with Sinbad’s permission can use them.”
“You think he’s been dealing with Sindria from the start?” Zainab’s eyes narrowed, considering that from every angle. “Huh. Could be. They trade everywhere; the Oasis Cities would be on the list.”
“Maybe,” Cassim muttered. “Or-” He snapped his own jaw shut, almost biting his lip.
“Boss?” Hassan ventured.
“…It’s crazy,” Cassim breathed.
“We’re talking about Alibaba.” The one-eyed thief grinned at him. “Crazy just comes along with him.”
It was still crazy. But- “Magic Tools let anybody use them. That’s what the stories all say. That’s what we’ve seen, with the Fogblades,” Cassim said firmly. “So what kind of magic doesn’t?”
Zainab snorted. “Like we haven’t heard that right out of the… Sinbad stories….” She stared at him, eyes wide as nightfall.
“The traders who’ve come from Qishan say there used to be a Dungeon there.” Cassim shook his head; it couldn’t be possible. “And he’s a prince.”
Hassan traded a glance with Zainab, then reached out to pat his boss on the shoulder. “Boss, you need to get out of the sun. You heard the Sinbad stories too. Alibaba, take on a dragon? No way.”
Yeah. Right. What had he been thinking?