Sin was always so adamant about Ja'far having time of leisure that he often went to great lengths to distract Ja'far. This time, his king had gone too far. To hide his scrolls around the palace, of all things, was a major offense to the general. Time was wasting away, and not one scroll was to be found. Did his highness not realize that his work was of great importance? Ja'far sighed, praying that he would be able to finish his work on the morrow.
It was a peaceful night for once. No worries of work, nor stress of being unable to finish in time. That night he'd slept peacefully, just as he had on that day that his king had stopped the blade from killing his target. Who could have ever thought that an assassin would be grateful for being defeated?
In the morn, the first thing that he wakes up to is a pile of scrolls.. Of course. Sinbad had given him the night off only so that he would have double the work load. "I suppose I had better get to it, then." He opens the first scroll, revealing a finished document. There had to be some mistake! He opens three more, every single one completed. His eyes wander up from the scrolls, to the door, where Sinbad remained with his ever present smirk. "You didn't think that I'd let you do all that work for my foolishness, did you?"