"Aveline, please. Sit down and understand my predicament. I never said you were crazy but I can't just barge on to the Aquila and allow you to search their crew. They have done nothing wrong nor anything out of the ordinary to warrant any suspicion. I've spoken to the captain as to your request and he's stated no one aboard matches the description you've given me. They are simply here to restock on supplies and will be departing in the morning." Aveline's mentor sat back in his chair, calmly drinking his wine.

Aveline rabidly paced the floor before stopping and slamming her hands on his desk out of frustration, earning her a displeased glare. "How can you not grasp how serious this is?! I saw him run onto that ship! He claims to be an assassin and wears our insignia on his bracer! He is clearly an impostor and needs to be dealt with!"

"You're being to brash. You have no evidence that he's an impostor. Do yo-" He was interrupted.

"And you have no proof that he isn't! You mentioned earlier we haven't heard word from our brotherhood to the north in weeks. The Aquila IS from the north, what if our brotherhood was attacked? What if he was behind it?! We are letting our best source of information get away!"

Frustrated, he slammed a hand on his desk before getting up from his chair. "Enough! What right do you have to accuse this man of something we aren't even certain of!" He took a deep breath and refilled his glass with wine before calmly continuing.

"In case you've forgotten, we are in the middle of a war and the north is getting hit hard with it. The brotherhood is probably keeping their information quiet for the time being so that the British can't get their greedy hands on it." He took a seat and watched as Aveline continued to pace the floor.

"Why are you so hell bent on finding this man?" He raised his brow at her, it wasn't often Aveline would protest his decisions.

"I told you! He has to be an impostor!" She barked.

"And what brings you to this conclusion? You don't personally know ever assassin in our order, not even I know ever assassin in our order. For all we know he's a resent recruit to help in our efforts against the British." He shrugged and swirled the wine in he's glass.

"Because he's a Mohawk, I could tell by the features in his face! The Mohawk tribes have sided with the British! How much more evidence do you need to find this man and questioned him?"

A glimpse of surprise covered his features before he look a sip from his drink. "You disappoint me. I thought I taught you better then this? You of all people shouldn't be judging others by the color of their skin."

"And why not?!" her anger calmed and she turned her back to her mentor, a shamed to face him. "I'm often judged by the color of my skin." She stated bitterly and looked over her shoulder at him.

"That's enough talk for tonight. In any case, I don't fell he's threat to us. If he was, he'd be lurking around and not be on a ship ready to leave in the morning heading south." He stated with a yawn.

"But-" She tried to protest.

"But nothing. I'm sure Washington know's what he's doing if he allowed him to board that ship. It is late and you need your rest. Leading a double life is taxing on ones body and I know you'll be busy tomorrow." He got up from his desk and stretched.

"Alright mentor. I trust your wisdom." She nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her. "But it doesn't mean I have to agree with it nor would it hurt to be sure." She whispered to herself, heading in the direction of the Aquila.

My shortest story yet lol. This was random inspiration by something on tumblr. We were given a sentence "I am NOT crazy." to inspire some kind of writing and help brake writers block... it seemed to have worked for the moment XD

Aveline belongs to ubisoft.