Surrounding them were three magicians, and it seemed none of them appreciated that their rite had been interrupted.
Ali Baba moved on instinct, running to put himself between them and Zarqa, his dagger drawn, not keen on having her harmed just as he found out she was alive.
Tarek looked around worriedly as the magicians closed in on them, his only weapon being the torch he was flinging threateningly. Not the fanciest weapon against people who could hurl fire from nothing.
The three children huddled together, alert for any movement.
Until a cry pulled everyone's attention, including the magicians, overhead, and they saw Morjana circling the room and cawing aloud.
Tarek wasted no time. It was only a moment's distraction he needed. Something he had worked with for many years. A street performer could do a lot in a single moment.
