"In numb-- in numbers..." Altaïr stopped and stared to the side, fighting against a giant sneeze which came despite his best efforts to quell it. The hot soup sloshed in the bowl thought with some luck only a little spilled onto his hand. Altaïr squeezed his eyes shut and cleared his throat before looking up to the woman again.
"...in numbers we draw more attention to ourselves." Generally speaking anyway, when on missions. Sects of assassins were more efficient for a gathering place of training, shared knowledge, and decisions on tactics and targets. Altaïr frowned slightly then shook his head. This was not a situation like he had experienced before. Sometimes he had been very alone in his missions against poor odds but he was able to rely on himself and his combat skills to get through.
Here, he did not know who his enemy even was, as it seemed it was the land and weather itself! These were not conditions in which he was able to use pure strength and perseverance to a winning advantage. "Perhaps here, it will be a risk we must take," he had to admit. "I know of no others but us two."
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"...in numbers we draw more attention to ourselves." Generally speaking anyway, when on missions. Sects of assassins were more efficient for a gathering place of training, shared knowledge, and decisions on tactics and targets. Altaïr frowned slightly then shook his head. This was not a situation like he had experienced before. Sometimes he had been very alone in his missions against poor odds but he was able to rely on himself and his combat skills to get through.
Here, he did not know who his enemy even was, as it seemed it was the land and weather itself! These were not conditions in which he was able to use pure strength and perseverance to a winning advantage. "Perhaps here, it will be a risk we must take," he had to admit. "I know of no others but us two."