Everyone turned behind them to see the said woman sitting at the table, enjoying a cup of steaming tea with no care in the world.
" How did you-" Sindbad began, and Shahrazad pointed at the open door while she sipped her drink.
" You left it open, I made myself comfortable while you were discussing." Her eyes fell on Ali Baba. " Have you connected the dots yet?"
The boy pointed at himself.
" You just admitted that whatever this Majid man was using, it sounded similar to the slave dealers."
It took his mind a second to backtrack the event and he slapped his forehead hard. " It's my mistake…" he groaned.
" Huh?" A collective question sounded.
" I gave him Aser's cloak." He grumbled, before he quickly switched to defense. " I didn't know! Who would have guessed the cloak has such power!"
" The power of what exactly?" Jaber inquired.
