Guard I: Damn Assassin! We need to root him out before he causes anymore trouble.

Guard II: Easier said than done. They’re a crafty bunch; managed to survive in one way or another for centuries.

Guard I: Centuries?

Guard II: Yeah. I heard a story about them in China a couple of hundred years back. Almost wiped out, but managed to cling on. Now meant to be thriving out there.

Jacob: ‘Patience’, Evie.

Evie: Ah, the gentle sound of opportunity passing us by.

Jacob: So what’s stopping us? London is waiting to be liberated. Forget Crawley.

Evie: Father would have wanted us to listen-

Jacob: Oh, Father. You could continue his legacy in London.

Evie: Freeing future generations from a city ruled by Templars. You know, Jacob Frye, you might just be right.

Jacob: Then, shall we?

Evie: Yes, let’s. Onward to London!

allsoundsasscreed:

Edward: You walked me Blind and Backwards into this Mess, Kidd! Who the hell was that Jester back there?

Kidd: Ah Tabai, an Assassin. And my Mentor.

Edward: So you’re all part of some daffy Religion?

Kidd: We’re Assassins and we follow a Creed, aye. But it does not command us to act or submit… only to be wise.

Edward: Oh do tell. I’d love to hear it.

Kidd: ‘Nothing is true, Everything is permitted.’ This is the world’s only Certainty.

Edward: ‘Everything is permitted?’ I like the Sound of that. Thinking what I like, and acting how I please.

Kidd: You parrot the Words… but you do not understand them.

Edward: Don’t get haughty with me, Kidd. I followed you as a Friend, and you tricked me.

Kidd: I saved your Skin bringing you Here, Man. These Men wanted you dead for what you did in Havana. I talked ’em out of it.

Edward: Well cheers for that.

Kidd: Aye. Cheers.