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I glanced up at Xander's pale face. His lips were pressed tightly together as he stared straight ahead at the dwindling crowd.
"What now?" I asked him.
He shook his head. "I am not sure."
Spiros with Darda and Tillit pushed their way through the tail-end of the parade and rejoined us.
"So what did the prince of the desert scorpions have to say to you?" Tillit asked us.
Xander looked in the direction the parade had gone, and along with it Sinbad and his men. "He informed me that I would know the truth if I competed in the race tomorrow."
Spiros frowned. "That sounds like a trap."
Xander slowly nodded. "It could very well be."
Tillit clapped his hands together. "Well, what say we avoid that whole killing trap and get looking at the other shops?"
"What's this race?" I spoke
