Back at his office

The travel back to the palace was fill with a certain gratification. Knowing they had performed their job well put all of the guards on a good mood. Both because they have lived up to their oath of serving Agrabah and because Jafar would give them a generous extra for following his orders precisely.

They barely minded the thirty-minute walk back to the palace.

Once back, all of them went to their business, with most of them returning to their posts or going to their beds to rest, not really giving much of a thought to what they had done that night.

The deed has been done already. The boy was long gone and forever asleep on his watery grave. They had no reason to think about him any more than necessary.

This, of course, included Razoul, who returned to his office, where he was when Jafar came to him to request his services in getting rid of the prince, and where Razoul was ready to go back to his duties.

That is, after he had finished inspecting the prize he had acquired.

The gem on the turban certainly would be worth something, and the turban itself looked to be of a material of good quality. It certainly could fetch a nice price on the market. Raxoul had a friend who could deal with this kinds of commodities. He would find someone who would pay a good price for the fine royal garment and ask no questions.

Even if the turban seemed heavier than it should.

Razoul then came to a realization.

There was something inside the turban!