Altair ran from a group of Templars quickly, dodging person after person as he tried looked around while running trying to figure a plan. A Building and a small tunnel like path which was fairly dim, with little to no people going through, mostly because it was very narrow. He didn't have time to think but He took to the tunnel, taking the poor light as an advantage, quickly hiding against the wall, cloaking himself with the shadows.
This was the first time he got to see how many guards were chasing him down exactly, which he quickly counted. 'Ten guards…' He thought, as he began to pull out a small dagger to throw at one of them, but then stopped and put it back. "That would cause a scene, which is the last thing I want to do here. Then they would know where I am hidden." He then hid closer to the wall as one of the men dressed in the normal white with the red symbol shouted, "I think I saw him go that way!" Pointing down the main road. They ran past him, The Syrian assassin stayed silent, which wasn't much of a challenge. Once he saw all the guards pass, he walked out of the small tunnel like area and walked down the busy pathway, blending in with the waves of crowds.
The rest of the day went by pretty normal, which mean for him pretty slow. He wanted a good chase or a strong enemy! Not these weak dumb soldiers. He scaled the side of what looked like a small building, with a small ledge here and there. He climbed it with ease, and made it to the top of the building effortless, only to see a guard. He looked at the man from under his hood, seeing as how his hood was always up. He then silently stood up, now looking at the back of the guard, with a slight scowl on his face. "Templars piss me the hell off…" That thought which he had thought many times before had come up again as he pulled out a dagger, not wanting to use his hidden blade for some odd reason. He took the dagger which now caught a ray of sun, causing it to glisten in the hand of the assassin, and aimed it at the guard, not even needing a second, he threw it at the guard, it slicing a large gash in the side of his neck, but continued in a straight path. He looked at the guard and sighed as the guard let out a loud scream, catching the attention of everybody around the building. "Why couldn't of you just died silently!?" He thought in anger.
He expected the guard to fall backwards, but the man stumbled and the Templar fell forwards, falling off the side of the building. He sighed loudly and spoke calmly. "Let the others take care of him." He then looked around for a second, looking around for where his dagger could of gone and then it was, dug into a the side of a wall. He was about to go and get it, until he saw a person who was sitting on a bench, start to climb the wall towards the dagger. He gave a small growl and watched as the person scaled the wall with speed. He then saw the clothes, or more like white robes the man with a hood was dressed in. "An assassin! Why was he just sitting there?" He wondered but not before quickly jumping down into a stack of hay right before the man turned to look at the ledge. Altair watch as the man got the dagger and put it in his pocket, "Thief…" He thought with a scowl in anger and annoyance. He then saw everybody distracted by the dead body and took the chance to run away while the crowd gathered.
The day dragged by, but the mysterious man who know had his dagger was on his mind, trying to figure out who the man was. But he then looked to the shy and saw that the moon was already out. He groaned and said "Finally this day has come to an end."
He quickly made his way to one of the assassin hideouts, which he knew would give him a place to rest. The man greeted Altair but then said "Sir, it has been over a few weeks and you have come here every night, are you sure you would not rather spend a night in your home?"
Altair didn't turn around, but only responded in a cold tone "Do not question what I do, for it may be the last question to mutter." With that he walked into a separate room and slammed the door shut, making the man wince at the loud noise. He quickly saw the small bed, seeing as how it was one of the few things in the room besides a small candle which barely lit the small room. He sighed and took his robes of leaving him in a pair of pants which were a greyish-black. He quickly laid in the small, hard bed and managed to go to sleep quickly, but not before that same image replayed in his head of the man. "I have to figure out who he is…But that will wait till tomorrow…" And with that, he fell into slumber.