It took a couple more weeks before Sindbad could reliably move on his own again, although Jaber had insisted he shouldn't be and that he had to take it easy.
Considering that he still couldn't move his left arm as he wanted, and he looked thoroughly tired and pale, Jaber was probably right.
Also, knowing how the latter could turn terrifying when someone's health and well-being was in question, Sindbad decided he could do without incurring his wrath.
" So you finally ran into the Great Sorcerer of the East," Harun mused as he sat down to hear their explanation while Jaber was busy changing Sindbad's bandages and checking on his wound. His look seemed calculating as he pondered over the whole ordeal.
His eyes then flicked back to his nephew, his expression serious. " What do you plan to do now, Sindbad?"
