The man grumbled as he made for the door of his shop. Who would come knocking at that hour, and in that way?
If anything, that kind of knocking only brought trouble with it, and so the man had made a point of grabbing his sword as he went to open.
He pulled the door, only by a crack, so he could glimpse who was standing behind it.
There, in the dark cloth of the night, stood two men, both of them draped in dark cloaks themselves.
The man frowned and decided it was better not to deal with them. " If you need anything, come back tomorrow morning!"
He was about to close the door on them when one spoke up. " We don't have until tomorrow, a life is at stake."
That made him narrow his eyes as he opened the door and faced them. The two men dropped their hoods, as if by doing so, they implied that they meant no harm to him. Jaber and Sindbad stood before him.
