“I wonder if we can talk Alibaba’s smugglers into looking for magicians,” Sinbad mused. “After all, the more of them we find, the fewer Al-Thamen can grab to corrupt- Masrur?”
The Fanalis smiled. “Early guests.”
Taking one step back from the table, Ja’far settled himself in a quick stance anyway. Masrur’s nose could be trusted, but you could never be too careful.
Their suite door opened on a blond already talking. “-Maid said you were still here, why are you still here, world’s gone nuts… eep.”
Aladdin caught the sleeve of Alibaba’s coat and dragged him through the doorway. Morgiana followed both of them, red gaze flicking around the room in a politely obvious search for surprises.
“Hi, Mister Sinbad.” The young magi wasn’t quite grinning. “We found him!”
“Um.” Alibaba was staring at Sinbad in an all too familiar pole-axed way. “Er….”
The ex-assassin sighed. He knew Sinbad had to dazzle people, but he’d had the vague hope that Alibaba, of all people, wouldn’t be swept up in the Sindrian king’s charisma at their very first meeting. At least, not for more than an hour or two, some people managed to shake clear then-
“It’s a trap! Why the heck are you still here?”
Ja’far blinked. That was fast.
Caught mid-charming smile, Sinbad tilted his head. “Ah, but they don’t know I know it’s a trap. So it’s not.”
Alibaba stared at him for one long moment. Glanced at Ja’far and Masrur, and shook his head. “The Kou Empire’s in contact with King Abhmad, which means they know you’re here. They probably know you’ve only got two Generals with you. And if they know what your Metal Vessels look like, somebody probably told them you’re not wearing them. I’m going with, still a trap.” He looked straight at Masrur. “You’re Fanalis. Can’t you knock him over the head, tie him up, and drag him out to sea before he talks you out of it?”
“Tempting,” Masrur agreed.