You discover to your embarrassment that you have no money.
That was your last dirham.
You’re out of copper dirhams, so you hand over one of the silver dinars and get a handful of dirhams in change.
A small dog comes up to you, wagging its tail.
It sniffs at your pack with interest.
It looks thirsty.
Was that really what you meant to do?
The dog looks up at you with a surprisingly intelligent expression.
Ugh! Don’t share that with a dog!
You offer the dog some water in your cupped hands and it drinks gratefully.
The dog sniffs disdainfully and turns away.
The dog gobbles up the roasted bird with every sign of enjoyment.
The dog doesn’t seem to be interested in that.
The dog is quite friendly, but it doesn’t seem to like being touched.
The dog snaps at your hand and runs off.
The dog is not unfriendly, but it won’t let you pick it up.
The dog runs off.
Well, that’s SOMETHING at least.
It’s Jake, restored to his natural form… such as it is.
(At least his clothes got changed along with him. Were you worried?)
The camel gives you a look of supercilious intelligence. But then, that’s what all camels do.
Ugh! Don’t share your canteen with a camel!
The camel is perfectly capable of drinking from the fountain without your help.
The camel spits at you.
The camel spits at you, nips your shoulder and lopes off.
The camel is not about to go anywhere it does not want to go.
The camel lopes off.
Better put away that carpet before you start playing with the ring.
That’s interesting. The dog was looking right at you, exactly as if you weren’t wearing the cloak… but now that Jake’s himself again, he can’t see you.
