Night on the island of Malta, and a man runs away carrying a bundle. He trips while looking nervously behind him, dropping the papers inside of the bundle. Some of them blow away and he picks up what he can. As the man gets up and looks around, something lunges at him from out of the darkness and drags him away...Read the full recap
Tiger: I'm getting hints of roasted lamb and... a honey-based ale. We're definitely in Malta.
Sinbad: Yeah. You don't have to do that whole sniffy routine. You could just ask someone.
Tiger: Did I not promise you honeyed ale?
Sinbad: Well, it's not exactly tracking when there's a great tavern sign above the door.
Tiger: It's me. Tiger. Your pupil. You promised me--always a way there and always a way back. You were right. I've seen the world, and still I find you again. You can't leave me now.
Gunnar: This isn't a prison. This is where my friends the mice tell me stories.
Gunnar: You’ve never heard a mouse tell a story? Of course, you have to listen very carefully. Tiny voices. And nearly always about cheese. But happy endings.