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———❝ I suppose telling you I’m not mistaken will speed this interaction up a bit. That is, if you don’t stab me before I get to explain myself. ❞ The man cleared his throat, motioning towards his discarded satchel as if to say get the hell off me. He suspected they were not alone in the bureau, though if his suspicions proved otherwise, he doubted Altaïr would allow him to grab it.
With or without the assassin’s cooperation, the stranger had resolved to getting out of the hold. Lifting his legs off the ground and letting gravity do the rest, his center of mass shifted to an area much closer to Altaïr’s abdomen. Even man as small as he would pose a bit of a struggle to hold with the sudden application of body weight. If anything, it at least made them both look stupid.
❝ I’m not native to Jerusalem, nor the Levant itself, but I can’t return to my homeland if the Templars are waiting to try me for treason! If you don’t trust me, I die either way, but at least I can do us all some good if you let me. ❞
