Private Log

[agestocome]

The bells were ringing again, heralding the arrival of another traveller. It was a jarring change to a lifetime of running from the site of a job, hands bloody, with the peal of bronze bells following him over the rooftops... A sound for a new life, rather than the end of one. Still, Altair couldn't help but clench and unclench his fists until the noise stopped, too attuned to the silence of the dead city below to relax.

There were no guards to make noise for him to hear, of course. The creatures would not emerge for some hours yet, and a woman he knew only peripherally had left the compound minutes before in search of the latest arrival. Nothing stirred but the faint sounds of people within the building across the road, and the scratchings of a small body climbing the wall to his right. That he ignored, too, for the time being. He had thinking to do, and he'd rather she didn't lose her concentration and fall having come so high.

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[knifewithnoname]

"Because you did be seeming interesting." She told him honestly still watching him warily.

"You do no be being stupid like the others."

[agestocome]

He stayed quiet, the slight lift of one eyebrow hard to discern in the shadows of his hood. No one would call what he did intelligent or sensible. In fact, it would have been outright foolhardy if he wasn't so sure of his abilities. Arrogance wasn't just his failing, then.

Sometimes he wondered about the odd points of view his profession nurtured.

[knifewithnoname]

She watched him cautiously, not sure if his silence was one if thought or if she had insulted him in some way.

She watched him, whilst calculating her escape routes, the best way to go to escape him and wondering if she would be able to outrun him, an adult who was better at her than climbing.