Qassim chugged the water from his water skin before he wiped whatever had trickled down his chin. His eyes sharpened as he scanned the vicinity, straining his senses to pick up the crunching of sand underfoot and the rustling of clothes.
" How reckless! Dropping us off the cliff! What if we got impaled on something? Have you considered that?" The man scoffed.
" I planned ahead for that."
Qassim's eyes sharpened as he snatched something in midair as it was arcing towards him.
It was the same ring he had given to Hassan.
" I see. That's why you fell as well." Qassim clutched his fist on the small object. " Then, removing it mid-fall, you ensured the Children of Sand would protect you from certain death. As crafty as ever then?"
Qassim turned around in circles, as if hoping to face his brother somehow while he spoke. " What are you going to do now? You left the girl on her own up there."
" Zarqa can now go and find the treasure with you out of the way."
