I he man's name was Jafar, and he was prepared to wait. His beady eyes and pointed turban gave him the look of a cobra about to strike. Perched on his shoulder, a parrot cocked its head impatiently. Beneath him, his horse shifted and gave a restless snort. The treasure was buried out there somewhere. Only one person would be able to find it-the person who possessed two halves of an ancient scarab. Jafar had one half, and soon he would have the other. Then the treasure would be his. And with it, he would become the most powerful man in Agrabah. In the stillness, Jafar heard the clopping of hooves as a rider approached. The man was a common thief named Gazeem, and he had agreed to bring Jafar the other half of the scarab-in return for a part of the treasure. Jafar had promised.