
Tag: A Boorish Man
“Oh, you might dream of being a hero. Of riding to rescues, of saving the world – but stay this course, and the only thing you’re gonna be is DEAD.” – Achilles Davenport
“Um… I… I was told you could train me.” – Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:ton
Happy birthday Connor!
☼ 4 April 1756
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“My name is Ratonhnhaké:ton.” – Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:ton
Terry: You must be one of them native fellas. From the uh… what’s it called… Iroquois tribe? Yeah. You from that?
Godfrey: Course not, Terry. Iroquois ain’t a tribe.
Terry: Is so.
Godfrey: Is not! The Iroquois is a confederation.
Terry: Confeda-what-now?
Godfrey: Confederation, ya tony. It’s a group. An alliance. Lotsa different kinds of people all united.
Terry: Right. Like I said. A tribe.
Godfrey: Listen you totty-headed twiddle poop – there’s difference between a tribe and a confederation and it’s not my fault your skull’s too thick to make sense of it.
Terry: Who you calling a twiddle poop, you crump-backed scab!

Terry: Hey now! This is between me and him!
Godfrey: Yeah! Mind your business!
“Homestead residents” tag has been added (found in the “Civilians” tag).
“I apologize if I’ve been unclear – or otherwise confused you with my words, it was never my intention to mislead. So let me try to clarify: GET THE HELL OFF MY LAND!” – Achilles Davenport
“These ‘spirits’ of yours have been harassing the Assassins for centuries. Ever since Ezio uncorked the bottle… Ah – but you don’t even know what an Assassin is, do you? Well best settle in, then. I’ve got a story to tell and it’s gonna take a while to get it all out…” – Achilles Davenport
Leaving home was harder than I thought. I expected the journey would fill me with a sort of pride. A sense of accomplishment. But whatever it was that carried me away from home soon fled, replaced by questions – and no small amount of doubt. Had I been too hasty? Had I made a mistake? The others in the village – they thought this was something I wanted. Something I chose to do. But it never felt that way to me. No. It was not a choice. It was an obligation. Because if not me, then who?
– Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:ton


