A man walking in with a white hood and military-style coat was, if anything, more attention-grabbing than Adéwalé's own attire, and he picked out the other Assassin right away. The letter was in a hand he recognised as his own. More familiar still, there was something about the man's robes, his bearing, even that animal-tooth necklace of his that gave Adéwalé an uncanny feeling. Almost like he was staring at a walking ghost...
Perhaps he was imagining things, this new Nassau affecting his mind.
"You do me a kindness, to have come all this way, Brother," he said, keeping his voice low so as to avoid eavesdroppers, but loud enough to keep audible over the hum of chatter and music. "I am Adéwalé."
He held out a hand to shake, to show he wasn't posing any kind of threat as much as its being a friendly gesture. Assassins were distrustful types, and for good reason. He doubted that much had changed as the century wore on.
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Perhaps he was imagining things, this new Nassau affecting his mind.
"You do me a kindness, to have come all this way, Brother," he said, keeping his voice low so as to avoid eavesdroppers, but loud enough to keep audible over the hum of chatter and music. "I am Adéwalé."
He held out a hand to shake, to show he wasn't posing any kind of threat as much as its being a friendly gesture. Assassins were distrustful types, and for good reason. He doubted that much had changed as the century wore on.