"..."
Malik didn't respond.
He had no interest in political struggles.
They came here to rest, to resupply, to bury their dead. Nothing more.
Even if they were asked to help, he wouldn't. No matter the coin. He knew the risks.
It was too much. He didn't save those purple heads for them to die just a few hours later.
And so, after thanking the guards, spouting drivel and pleasantries, they left the area, joining Layla in wandering the streets.
At least Malik did. Ali Baba went to sell the weapons and armor they'd been so generously gifted. He also went to take care of the funeral proceedings for the men they lost, following whatever religion they wished, if any.
And speaking of funerals... there was one happening right in front of them.
Layla was already in the crowd, eyes locked on the slow-moving procession.
