Assassin's Creed
Conquests
It was the Assassin's first time here in the island of Cuba and after hearing the so many stories about the island from his master back in Tangiers, he expected something a little different than what was presented to him: more of the same old, same old. Havana did not look different than the countless number of cities he has visited back in the Old World; similar architectural style in the buildings, the somewhat similar looking sort of people and definitely a similar atmosphere. It gave the Assassin the same feel as he got moving through the busy, crowded streets of Toledo and just like that city; the day always began with the morning sun rising from the horizon. Everyone starts to wake up from bed and heads out to conduct their business, whatever it may be. The local guards opened the marketplace, allowing floods of locals to swarm in and buy goods; the place always seemed to be flooded with people. Not that the local merchants muttered a complaint about it; in fact they didn't complain at all. There was nothing they relished more than robbing the citizens and local native peoples of their hard earned money. He hated the merchants with an ardent passion, seeing them as swindlers though he did not blame them for choosing a lucrative path. As an Assassin, he kills and has killed for the protection of people's freedoms to live as how they choose though the people themselves often take their presence for granted; allowing themselves to be swindled of their coin by the most evil among men. It was a cold truth that he accepted as a part of reality.
His personal feelings told him to do something about it but he remembered the tenets of his Creed. Hide in plain sight. Despite it all, he remembered that the most important thing was to remain unseen by the city guards, that is if he wished to succeed am to remain unseen if I wished to succeed in his mission. And never compromise the brotherhood. His actions could not bring harm to him succeeding in his mission. He promised his master and his brothers and sisters that he would not fail in his assignment. It was vital that he remained in the shadows, at least until the time is right and the men his master ordered to kill shows up.
As he looked down and continue to see for any sign of his destined targets, he heard some commotion and turned his head. Beyond the farmer's market was its infamous harbor, serving as a stop-point for ships coming in from ports in Spain, Hispaniola and San Juan. Some locals he noticed were curious as they headed towards the docks, earning the attention of the heralds who called in the guards to and block the entrance and that they did, preventing the crowds from advancing any further to the ships that have docked. I wonder what all the hub bub is about? thought the Assassin. He found it a bit strange that they came; in other occasions, the commoners always came to bid outsiders welcome and the guards couldn't care less about it but not now at this moment. Hm. he wondered. It looked suspicious enough for the Assassin to decide to check it out. It looked suspicious enough to him that he decided that it was something worth checking out. Who knows? I might find who I'm looking for.....
As his master once told him in a meeting Tangiers prior to his departure to the New World, Don't forget these words. Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine. Remembering his words and his mind left curious of what laid beyond, the Assassin performed a Leap of Faith, jumping from the very edge of my viewpoint and landing immediately within seconds on hay resting atop an abandoned wagon down below, conveniently left for him by several Indian farmers that he met earlier in the day. It cost him several dozen florins to get the wagon. He climbed out of the wagon and sees in the distance that the marketplace was more or less devoid of people that there were very few people left in the marketplace, he supposed the rest went back to their respective homes or went to the docks. At least I can find out about those ships and see if those men that I've been asked to hunt are there. He spotted a couple of men dressed in plain and simple white garments, presumably monks going in the same way he was heading: the Habana dockyard. So he took up a praying pose and approached the men, following them.
Stroke of fate? Coincidence? The Assassin cared little which one was it; something gave him the feeling he was going to kill tonight.