fourth.

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[Ezio.]
[Written -- he doesn't feel like talking into a book while standing in the middle of City Royale, ok. Is this a prank or something, he's about to get mad...]

Did you get distracted by something? I am waiting where you directed, but I do not see you, nor do I see anything nearby that would be of interest. Where are we going?

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[eaglet]

[This face very clearly indicates that Ezio should maybe scale back on his own level of comfort. Stop... canoodling...]

I am fine. How long have you said it has been? Four years?

[assassino]

[He nods, noting Connor's expression. He slides his hand back up towards Bianca's knee.]

Four years, yes. It is 1492.

[eaglet]

[Thank... you......

Anyway, 1492 is still really far in the past, as far as Connor is concerned. Nearly three hundred years ago...]

And this is when the Templars first tried to secure a foothold in the Americas.

[assassino]

Yes. There is a navigator named Cristoforo Corombo, who was seeking funds from the Queen of Spain so that he might travel to the New World. Not all believe it exists in my time, but even so, with what he is taking aboard in the way of sustenance, it is good that he will find your land.

But anyhow, my enemy –– Rodrigo Borgia –– attempted to fund the journey, so that he might be able to establish control over the region. That is who I stopped.

[eaglet]

The Templars of your time are much different than those in mine... in my time, they are more concerned with influencing those in power rather than being in power themselves. What did you do to stop him?

[assassino]

I liberated the Assassins held by Borgia's Inquisitors, assassinated those involved in the imprisonments, and freed Spain from a war that was preventing it from putting its funds into Corombo's journey.

And of course they are, in your time. In my time, I am murdering them all. I'm sure that's enough to make most men fear being in power. [Teasing, on that last bit.]

[eaglet]

[WOW, SCEPTICISM...] You did all that by yourself.

[assassino]

I did not do it alone, but I revived the Brotherhood. I will take my credit where it is due.

[eaglet]

I suppose it is not my place to lecture you on modesty.

[assassino]

Of course not.

[Bianca pours them more beer, cleavage in full view as she leans over the table to do it.]

You can do a great deal of work with only a few well-trained Assassins at your command, you know. You do not need armies.

[eaglet]

[WOW okay, Connor... averts his eyes. Hello ceiling, you are very interesting.]

And you... this is why you are training novices?

[assassino]

[Yeah, that's some nipple! She passes Connor his beer.]

Of course. Why else?

[eaglet]

[Nipples!!!! The scandal of it all.

Connor takes a beer, but he doesn't look too happy about it. Shit is gross...]

I do not know. There are no politics here, and there are many capable fighters besides.

[assassino]

I do not want just any capable fighter. I want people I can trust. Wouldn't you prefer to fight alongside a brother or sister, instead of a stranger?

[eaglet]

Of course. But you will not always have the choice.

[assassino]

So? I would rather have the choice when it is available to me.

[eaglet]

[That's not the point!! But he doesn't feel like arguing anymore, so he just nods, conceding.]

It is easier to be more open about the Brotherhood here, at any rate.

[assassino]

Of course. Here, we do not have too much need for secrecy... and being obvious about ourselves will discourage our enemies from acting up.

[eaglet]

Do we have enemies here?

[Maybe Ezio forgot he wouldn't tell him when they first met, maybe his memory is going in his old age.]

[assassino]

[He shakes his head.]

I have my eye on one of their associates, but otherwise, no. But that could change any day, you know.

[eaglet]

Have there been any since you have been here?

[Because 'any day' doesn't sound that convincing...]

[assassino]

Yes. Cesare Borgia was here, and one of his associates. I assassinated the associate, and he did not come back.

[eaglet]

[Connor makes a soft, startled sound at that, giving Ezio a look.]

I thought death is not permanent here...

[......GLANCES AT THE WOMEN should they be discussing this so openly...]

[assassino]

[Ezio doesn't care if the women hear. They're paid for their confidence, after all.]

As did I... but I managed, somehow.

[eaglet]

[This is... well, it's not disturbing news; it's normal for death to be permanent. But he does fall quiet for a moment, frowning thoughtfully.]

Do you think this is true for all deaths now? Has anyone died since then?