Ithnan gathered up a few things for food and was on his way back when someone shouted. “That’s! That’s the man you attacked us and our king!” And now all eyes were on him.
It’s difficult to remain blind to Ithnan’ s presence once he’s been detected and drawn to the attention of the guard. Eventually, Sinbad will have to choose what to do with him, as Ithnan is taken into holding to wait for such a verdict. It tires him, the news that the snake is still alive despite his best efforts. Will he ever be able to make any headway against the threat Al-Thamen poses to this world — not continuing as it always has — but continuing to even exist?
A month passes with Ithnan not doing much but avoiding his mission and avoiding getting caught. But Ithnan decides to go out to the marketplace that day without the magical disguise he’s been using. He just keeps his head down while he buys stuff for himself. No one really recognizes him.
Sinbad is busy up in the palace — as usual — so Ithnan’s chances of not being noticed are pretty good with Sinbad’s avian spy occupied elsewhere for now. Unless a guard who remembers the incident notices him, the agent should be safe. And with his death being public knowledge, even then, they might second guess themselves.
Ithnan pulled his hood further over his face. He wouldn’t look suspicious would he? He hobbled out to the street, heading for the residential district. Perhaps he’ll do his scouting out later…much later.
Sinbad’s walk concludes uneventfully and eventually he returns to the palace to settle into bed, leaving the windows open so the sea breeze can filter in through the night.
Ithnan saw the king first and he quickly darted down an alleyway. “Shit…” he hissed to himself. He was too tired to keep up a magical disguise at the moment, he’d just need to find a way back to him home without getting caught.
He’s mostly preoccupied with his thoughts and so, he walks by; seemingly without noticing the disturbance. It’s not like he’d chase someone down through the alleys anyway, unless some kind of crime has been committed. And crime is relatively uncommon here.
Keeping up a disguise through magic gets tiring, even for a magician as powerful as he is. When he decides to go out at night, a hooded cloak is all he really needs to keep up a disguise. Sinbad probably isn’t out and about anyway. He walks about the island, wondering what he should do. Should he carry out his mission or just live in secret? He’s very indecisive. Either way he’d end up dead.
There’s some perks for being a king, and being able to take a walk when he wants — for the most part — is one of them. So when he’s unable to sleep, the king decides to take a walk through the sleepy streets of his nation to pass the time until he’ll be ready for bed.
He is very much relieved that Sinbad chooses to leave without saying anything. With a heavy sigh, Ithnan goes about his business. A home, where he’d be staying for however long. He sighs, plopping himself down on the bed he’s made for himself while his newly acquired snakes slither around onto him. “I wonder if I really want to do this mission…” he said to the several pairs of little eyes on him. “Or if I’ll just stall until someone comes after me…”
Sinbad, meanwhile, works through the evening once he’s returned to the palace. He only gets to much free time during the week and sadly, he wasted most of this week’s on watching the boats in the harbor.
It’s not as if he wishes he had never taken this path. He’s done a great deal for the world; or at the very least, a large group of people. But there will always be a part of him that regrets it. A part who regrets no longer going on adventures and always having to fight tooth-and-claw.
The work keeps him up late and once he’s in bed, he finds it difficult to fall asleep no matter how weary he is. But it’s not that unusual.