[The last of the customers filtered out as evening fully descended upon the city. Closing the gates to the entryway, the dai shuts them fully but does not lock them because a certain brother of his had mentioned a visitor, someone that he needed to meet, someone that was related to a certain Italian but was claimed to have more sense than him. Someone that was an assassin, someone that was a woman and funnily enough it was not the fact that she was of the female species and a proclaimed assassin that threw him off but the fact that she was related to Ezio. Women could be just as strong and if the future changed and allowed them into the Order then so be it, who was he to judge based on gender as long as she was capable and not a joke.

Malik trusted Altaïr though at this moment, strange as it was, and felt that he would not be wasting his time when he had other things to do. All that could be said was that the stranger should consider herself lucky that he was not the one to find the childish message left behind before, otherwise this meeting would likely not be happening.

So with a glance to the darkening night outside, he moves back into his shop and awaits the arrival of the two, setting up the indoor sitting area with a tray of mint tea and three glasses before heading back to his desk where he continued his work from earlier, not liking the idea of holding still.]