Arno: Léon, how did you find me?

Léon: I know what I’m doing. All of France is counting on you.

Arno: Little man. Thank you. Now get out of sight. I mean it.

Léon: Why?

Arno: It’s time to find out what’s inside that temple.

Léon: And the Capitaine (Captain)?

Arno: He shall fall… 

…for I am an Assassin.

Happy birthday pisspot Arno Dorian!
☼ 26 August 1768
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Bellec: What are you waiting for, pisspot?

It’s time to jump!

Arno: What? Prison has scrambled your brains, old man!

Bellec: Drink took care of that a long time ago. Now get up here!

Arno: -I can’t… that’s impossible!

Bellec: Impossible! That’s the purview of every Assassin, boy!

Bellec: If you can pluck your head out of your own arse, come find us. You’d make a great fit!

Guard: You!

Back away from the ledge!

Arno: Merde (Shit).

(The tremolo heard during this moment is one of my favorite parts in the game)

Arno: Don’t give me that look. Victor cheats when he plays Pharaoh, everyone knows it.

François: Arno? Who are you talking to?

Arno: No one, Monsieur (sir).

François: You’ll be happy to learn I persuaded Olivier to leave off calling the Marshalcy. Again.

Arno: Je vous remercie, Monsieur (Thank you, sir).

François: What is this, the sixth time? Seventh? Perhaps a new hobby might be better for your health.

Arno: Well, I find playing cards affords many opportunities for fresh air and exercise.

François: We’ll talk about this later. I have business in town, and must collect Élise before I can attend to it.

Arno: Élise is here?

François: Only for the night. She returns to Paris first thing tomorrow.

Arno: She’ll need an escort, won’t she? With you so preoccupied?

François: One of you running amok is quite enough. Remain here and see if Olivier has any chores for you.

Arno: I’m sure he does.

François: What was that?