[He tried his best to be inconspicuous but he was used to falling into pace with bustling crowds, not ducking behind trees or stumbling through bushes. The landscape was picturesque though Ezio did not take the time to admire it as he made his way loudly through the woods. It was not until he came across what looked like a settlement that he paused to actually look around.
People were going about their lives, most did not even stop to give Ezio a second glance. None of them looked like Altaïr. His hand moved to where he kept the Codex before could stop it, fingers moving against the pouch nervously.
[ Whether fortunate or unfortunate, Ezio's fish-out-of-water behaviour makes him very easy to find. Mainly because when Altaïr heads down into the homestead proper, he is beset by friendly questions from the hunters and farmers about whether he's seen the newcomer yet. He hasn't, but they're more than happy to remedy that by pointing him out.
So it's unsurprising that Ezio is approached by him soon afterwards. ]
[He should be used to this by now. Whether it was La Volpe or Antonio, people always seemed to know who he was before actually seeing him though it really was an entirely different matter here.
Meeting the greatest Mentor in the history of the Assassins was not something Ezio ever pictured happening to him, so pardon the momentary awed stare.]
Si. Altaïr it is an honor. [He bobs his head in a simple bow.]
[ Perhaps the hoods have outlived their usefulness as a disguise, if they make them this easy to identify as a group.
Anyway, Altaïr nods back. The stare didn't go unnoticed, but his curiosity about this future Assassin is just as great. If what Desmond said is true, then Ezio is as important to their cause as he will be. And both of them too young here to know what it is they are meant to do. ]
The honour is mine as well. [ he tilts his head towards the hill beyond the village, where the manor stands. ] Come, we can talk more freely there.
[Usually Ezio was not overly compliant with taking orders but when Altaïr tells you to head towards the manor, you don't ask questions. He falls in step next to the master assassin and for the first time in his life words fail him.]
I understand this land is all owned by one man, this Connor. Why does he let so many stay here?
[ It's not your fault; he's spent the last year or so leading the Levantine order - dragging them, more like - because it's roughly like trying to herd a pack of cats through a puddle so
really
you didn't stand a chance. He smiles wryly at the question. ]
He would say no one owns this land. The people who live here look up to him as a protector, friend, and arbiter in times of trouble, not as a lord to govern them.
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Meanwhile wandering the Homestead...
People were going about their lives, most did not even stop to give Ezio a second glance. None of them looked like Altaïr. His hand moved to where he kept the Codex before could stop it, fingers moving against the pouch nervously.
Where exactly was he supposed to meet him again?]
This is what Eagle Vision is for
So it's unsurprising that Ezio is approached by him soon afterwards. ]
You are Ezio Auditore?
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Meeting the greatest Mentor in the history of the Assassins was not something Ezio ever pictured happening to him, so pardon the momentary awed stare.]
Si. Altaïr it is an honor. [He bobs his head in a simple bow.]
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Anyway, Altaïr nods back. The stare didn't go unnoticed, but his curiosity about this future Assassin is just as great. If what Desmond said is true, then Ezio is as important to their cause as he will be. And both of them too young here to know what it is they are meant to do. ]
The honour is mine as well. [ he tilts his head towards the hill beyond the village, where the manor stands. ] Come, we can talk more freely there.
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I understand this land is all owned by one man, this Connor. Why does he let so many stay here?
[Yeah small talk. That's good.]
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really
you didn't stand a chance. He smiles wryly at the question. ]
He would say no one owns this land. The people who live here look up to him as a protector, friend, and arbiter in times of trouble, not as a lord to govern them.