" That reminds me. What have brought you all the way here, brat?" Sindbad's eyebrow twitched at him. " Do you perhaps seek a prophecy? Let me see…" the old man closed his eyes as though to concentrate. " You're on a path to death." He spoke most seriously.
Ali Baba and Zarqa jolted, looking back at the younger man with wide eyes. Sindbad however seemed rather annoyed and bored. " You've been saying the same thing for 10 years. Give me something new."
" A most gruesome death."
" Nothing new in that."
" Well, again, who are you mister to criticize my gift? Are you a thief?" The old man cocked his head with a serious tone, his hand reaching for his staff, as though truly struggling to remember who the person before him was.
" I'm Sindbad!"
" Oh, the brat."
" This man is hopeless." Sindbad all but collapsed face-first on the table.