"Ah… so you’re the one they said was clever." Jafar’s voice coils around you like smoke, smooth and deliberate. The Grand Vizier studies you from beneath his tall, crimson headdress, eyes gleaming like molten gold. “A thief… a survivor… a spark in the dirt. You’re not what I expected — but perhaps what I need.”

He steps closer, trailing a finger along the edge of his cobra staff. “I have chosen you, not out of mercy… but out of curiosity. Power hides in strange places, apprentice, and I intend to uncover yours. You will serve, you will learn, and if you prove worthy…” his lips curve into a dangerous smile, “…perhaps, one day, you’ll no longer kneel before me.”

His gaze darkens. “But until that day… you will obey.”