“Nothing seems broken, O kind stranger,” Jafar replied, noting the rich fabric of the other man’s clothing. Whoever this person was, he had considerable wealth, and Jafar resolved to be cautious. Many were the stories of pirates and brigands roaming the desert, preying on unwary travelers.
The young man’s eyes looked all of them over intently. Jafar was dressed poorly in the garments he’d taken from the dead jailor, and Cari’s manifestation made her seem like a young girl, wide -eyed and slender, in simple clothes. It was Selima, though, that the fellow stared at the most. Jafar’s daughter, thoroughly aware she was unveiled and being scrutinized by a handsome young man, averted her gaze and stared at her feet—but her modesty couldn’t hide the fact that she was not completely solid.
“Who—
