Abbas: Ah. He returns at last.

Altaïr: Abbas.

Abbas: Where are the others? Did you ride ahead hoping to be the first one back? I know you are loathe to share the glory.

Altaïr: …

Abbas: Silence is just another form of assent.

Altaïr: Have you nothing better to do?

Abbas: I bring word from the master. He waits for you in the library. Best hurry. No doubt you’re eager to put your tongue to his boot.

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Altaïr: Another word and I’ll put my blade to your throat.

Abbas: There’ll be plenty of time for that later, ‘brother.’