I am found out. Our little adventurers group's latest escapade has resulted in revealing my true nature to my companions. There was simply no other way to escape from this great peril unharmed. We had arrived in Constantinople to refresh our supplies and rest our travel weary bodies. And whom should I encounter upon disembarking? That scoundrel Ali Ibben Hasan! More of a thief than anything else, but a shrewd negotiator and well connected quartermaster. Always one to play the fool, I feign innocence and revert to calling him by the name I know will most irritate the man. I'm sure he thinks I am ever the stalwart British Imperialist fool who can't even be bothered to learn the names of the locals who would be utterly beneath notice. In a sense he's right in that I don't really care about hi