"Be discrete. Hide in plain sight!"
The words of his mentor echoed through his subconscious as he was chased by the Sultan's guards. He needed to disappear and fast! Making a left, he quickly jumped into a conveniently placed hay wagon.
"Where did he go!" one of the guards asked.
"Where is the Infidel!" shouted another.
After a couple of minutes of arguing with each other, the guards went on their separate paths to patrol the rest of the city. With the voices faded, he jumped out the wagon and dusted off the stray pieces of hay.
With everything in the clear, Altair climbed the nearest building and took flight across flat rooftops. His destination: the assassin's bureau.