[Finding others dressed in stark white tends to be a rare sight, especially here. At times, Ezio wondered if the drab of the city was such a choking factor that it refused to be brightened by a color like white.
The Assassin stopped in place, eying the woman. She is skilled, he gives her that, in the way she moves, the way she regards him. He says nothing either, only circles her, measures her with keen, measured interest.]
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The Assassin stopped in place, eying the woman. She is skilled, he gives her that, in the way she moves, the way she regards him. He says nothing either, only circles her, measures her with keen, measured interest.]