A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I was losing hope to get something :P
Anyway, this is just a little introduction for the next chapter that I'm translating right now.
I'm sitting at a table of an Inn in Concord, trying to taste my meal. Watching around me I can understand that I haven't been identified, nor followed. Furthermore I abandoned the usual clothing in favor of something different, even if I kept my hidden blade. It gives me a certain safety.
-Do you need something else?-
The keeper walks toward me with a sensual move, interrupting my thoughts.
-Truth be told, I do. I am looking for a certain Mister Davenport. Could you please tell me where to search for him?-
Her face enlightens.
-Oh, that delightful community. Just some years ago it was an unknown place, now there are a lot of people going that way… All that thanks to a boy, so I've heard. The old one had let himself go. I'm not surprised that you want to go there. –
She smiles and gives me all the information I need, continuing to talk about the flourishing community.
When she finishes, I thank her, finish my meal and leave the Inn.
I take my horse and start to go towards the direction she gave me. It's not so far.
During the walking, I begin to think about my next move. What could I do when I will find myself in front of their house? And what if the young one is there? He will kill me without hesitation, no doubt.
Suddenly that appears no more to be a good idea.
However I am not at peace. I can't go on like that, without focalizing on anything I did. The Order is falling because of me and I don't know if I want to help them restore it or not.
It's night and I'm surrounded by the dark of the forest. My mind goes back to the period I lived in a camp with Ziio. I regret those beautiful moments we spent together.
Her head continues to float in front of my eyes when I reach a crossroad. That isn't mentioned in the detailed description the keeper gave me.
Fortunately I see a young woman with a couple of beaver on her shoulder.
I guide my horse near her and make a gesture of greeting.
-Good evening. I am looking for the house of Mister Davenport, could you please tell me where I should go?-
She studies me, luckily without recognizing me. I am a little paranoiac, I admit.
-Just take that road on the left, it is not far from here. But if you came for Connor you should know that he is not at home. There's only Achilles.-
Connor. He has to be the young Assassin.
-It's all right. Thank you. I wish you a pleasant evening. –
After that I turn left and continue to go toward Achilles' house. I feel her look at my back of the neck until I am too far from her. At least there is a positive thing in all of that. The young one is not at home. I can talk with Achilles without problems. Or, at least, I hope so.
After a couple of minutes I start to see a big house. I go near the stables, leave there my horse and walk towards the door.
The nervousness starts to show up. It was the right choice?
I knock.
After what it seems an eternity, an old man with a cane opens the door. He looks at me and when he recognize who I am, he suddenly steps back, afraid.
-And you, what are you doing here?-