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A few long hours later, you stand in an empty livestock room at the edge of the bustling bazaar. Tamina paces outside, standing guard. A man wearing a cloak enters.
“You should not have asked me here, Dastan,” your uncle Nizam says, stepping out of the shadows.
While you know it is dangerous, you are grateful that he has come to meet you. You weren’t sure he would.
“I didn’t kill my father,” you state. “You know I would never do such a thing.”
“Your actions speak otherwise,” Nizam says.
“I had no choice but to flee,” you protest. “Tus gave me the cloak. It was poisoned by his hand.”
“Dastan—” Nizam begins.
You cut him off. “The invasion of Alamut was a lie. Tus is after power. It’s why he murdered the king and framed me for the crime. And now he searches not for forges but for the sand to fuel a mystical device.”
Nizam looks incredulous. “This is why you brought me here? Mystical devices?”
“Uncle, do you remember after the battle?” you say earnestly. “You stopped Tus from taking a dagger I’d won.”
Nizam nods.
“That dagger is why Tus invaded Alamut. It has incredible powers.”