Sindbad leaned over the well, squinting at the darkness, ears strained for any sounds or voices.
" Lean any further and you'll plummet down," Jaber said from behind him, busy packing up their things.
Iram sat down next to the well, doodling on the ground, with a rope wound around his index finger and stretching into the dark depths of the abyss.
" Perhaps I should," Sindbad looked up as though struck with an epiphany. " If I fall accidentally, I doubt the Jinns would take offense-"
He broke off as a fist collided with the back of his head, and he held it tight, looking over his shoulder at Jaber, who exhaled deeply. " What?!"
" I know you're worried too, but don't do something that might endanger both your life and theirs," the man frowned. " This well is clearly deep and probably dry. You will be falling to your death."
Sindbad pouted as he leaned back on the edge with folded arms, eyes fixed down. " Do you think they're alright? It has been an hour already."
