The plump man was thrown into the room roughly without even time to regain his balance before his two companions dragged him across the floor and propped him against a chair.
" Damn it! You damn liar!"
" I'm no liar…" he hiccupped. " I definitely knew the password… but forgot it…"
" We should have known better than to believe this drunkard," the third man snorted as he dragged a chair and flopped on it.
" We should have known better than to follow Hassan from the very beginning!" The other yelled out as he kicked the third chair. It hit the wall and broke.
" Enough! It won't do if everyone in the inn knows what we're discussing!" The taller and burlier of them spoke up, and it was enough to make the slimmer frown and relent, dropping his volume.
" We escaped Baghdad's mines to follow him and retrieve what's rightfully ours… then we find ourselves with nothing!" He turned the chair upright and flopped on it, leaning on his open palm. " What should we do now?"
