Mundhir was with a customer when I arrived, so I began to browse his wares. Nothing particularly appealing was evident; although, there were some artifacts that, in an ealier time, might have interested me. Today, I had eyes only for my goal.
After the customer left, I turned on Mundhir. The blood drained rather quickly from his face upon seeing me. I took that as a good sign.
"Greetings, Mundhir. You're looking well"
"What do you want?", he replied.
"Now, now, where are your manners? Perhaps I'll stay here a while and teach you a bit of patience."
"No, no, I didn't mean that. I, uh, just meant to help you as soon as I could. To, uh, save you some of your valuable time."
"I'm sure you do. I require some information. You will provide it to me, and if you do not have it, you will find it before sundown."
Mundhir swallowed convulsively, "I'll do what I can."
"Good. I need the location of Ghazi Al-Tufayl."
Mundhir swallowed again. I could see him wringing his hands in my mind's eye, as I turned and left the cramped shop.
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