The sun was rising. He hadn't fully rested himself in weeks… Still he pushed further. Bending his toes against the wall of the building, he launched himself higher, catching a ledge with all his fingers. He grunted as he lifted himself up, finally reaching the roof. Surges of pain shot through his arms when he had finally finished the climb. He bent over to catch his breath, then lifted his head taking a deep breath in through his nose. The morning air was cool, refreshing it seemed. So far had he traveled... for so long. Would the master be proud? No he thought. This was expected of him-- as it was for every assassin. He gazed out at the rising sun. He took another deep breath before starting his sprint again over the roof tops. Jumping, ducking, and leaping, until he saw it. The Bureau. He climbed down through the entrance and walked into Farid's chamber.
"Altaïr welcome— Oh… you are not him. Forgive me young one," said Farid. The bureau leader's voice was pleasant, and calm.
He kept silent before Farid spoke again.
"You look very tired. If the master has given you work to do, you will need your rest," said Farid.
"I am tired…" he finally spoke. His words seeming deeper than his voice sounded.
"I am sure you are my friend. Now tell me… What are you doing here, and what is your name?" asked Farid.
"My name is Aalam. I have been asked to take the life of one who is named Maimun."