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Chapter Thirteen | Knowledge, Part I
(18 July 1191, 12:30PM – Damascus, Damascus Governorate, Syria)

Tamir is meeting his merchants within Souk Al-Silaah today, to discuss a most important sale. Being insecure as he is, he'll be entirely focused on his work, ignoring all else around him. Approaching him at this point is the wisest course of action. This is when I'll strike.

Altaïr got up from his prayer mat and stretched. Even though Altaïr was here for three days, he did not see Ibn Ibrahim too often. Perhaps it was because Ibn Ibrahim was bartering with local merchants. Or perhaps it was because Altaïr didn't go inside of the study when he returned to the bureau for the night. Altaïr was leaning towards the latter on this one.

Altaïr went into the study only to see Ishaq dancing again. "Ibn Ibrahim, do you usually make it a habit to… dance?"

"Yes. Dancing brings me closer to Allah." Altaïr cocked his head to the side. "I don't suppose you came here to discuss my spirituality." Ishaq stopped dancing. "If you wish, we can discuss this at another time. Maybe you can even join me. But what is it that troubles you, Ibn Umar?"

"I have completed my investigation."

"Excellent!" Ibn Ibrahim went behind the desk and leaned forward. "Tell me what you know." Ishaq pulled a chair close to him.

"Tamir rules over the Souk Al-Silaah. He makes his fortune selling arms and armour, and is supported by many in this endeavour. Blacksmiths, traders, financiers. He's the single largest death-dealer in the land."

"And have you devised a way to rid us of this blight?" Ishaq smiled.

"A meeting is being arranged at Souk Al-Silaah to discuss an important sale. They say it's the largest deal Tamir has ever made. He'll be distracted with his work. That's when I'll strike."

"Your plan seems solid enough. I give you leave to go." Ibn Ibrahim placed a feather on the desk. Altaïr took it and put it in his right sleeve. "The bureau is yours to do with as you please."

"Ibn Ibrahim, if you don't mind, you can tell me about your reasons for dancing now."

Ibn Ibrahim's face lit up and he motioned for Altaïr to get a chair. "Now, what do want to know?" Altaïr shrugged and Ibn Ibrahim laughed. Then he started to talk.

Ryuugazaki: And here is chapter thirteen.