[ One has no idea how easy it is to pass unnoticed in the cities – unless they have done it themselves. It was easier when he had the lay of the land, memorized every street from atop high towers and minarets. An entirely new way of moving around was opened to him the day he climbed his first roof. Up high, one could see all. It was the way eagles hunted, and the Assassins often used birds as signs and insignias. Did not the name of their fortress mean "eagle's nest"?
The Assassins performed their work in broad daylight, taking out corrupt officials in full sight of the people around them. Yet they melted into the shadows right afterward. The results of their work were enough to secure the right kind of attention, and the fruits of their training did well to prevent the wrong kind. Altaïr was taught to hide in plain sight, a blade in the crowd.
From what he has overheard, almost no one speaks the languages he knows. At best, they speak a mangled future version. He keeps his tablet on and ready, for overheard conversations were a way to gather knowledge. Altaïr eyes her carefully from beneath his hood. This person has singled him out, approaching with a quiet step like his. That does not bode well. He does not move, but the cords of his muscles tighten a little. He answers in his native tongue, the Arabic coloring his translated words with an accent. ]
What else is there to do? I do not see this invisible enemy we have been told to fight.
[ He is skeptical of the Initiative at best, hostile at worst. They took him against his will, did they not? ]
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The Assassins performed their work in broad daylight, taking out corrupt officials in full sight of the people around them. Yet they melted into the shadows right afterward. The results of their work were enough to secure the right kind of attention, and the fruits of their training did well to prevent the wrong kind. Altaïr was taught to hide in plain sight, a blade in the crowd.
From what he has overheard, almost no one speaks the languages he knows. At best, they speak a mangled future version. He keeps his tablet on and ready, for overheard conversations were a way to gather knowledge. Altaïr eyes her carefully from beneath his hood. This person has singled him out, approaching with a quiet step like his. That does not bode well. He does not move, but the cords of his muscles tighten a little. He answers in his native tongue, the Arabic coloring his translated words with an accent. ]
What else is there to do? I do not see this invisible enemy we have been told to fight.
[ He is skeptical of the Initiative at best, hostile at worst. They took him against his will, did they not? ]