Once he'd been directed to the inn, that, at least, was simple enough for him to work through. After finding a bit of privacy, he had dried off, changed into the set of clothing in the pack he'd found nearby - the colour was still odd, but if it was dress in this shade or go naked, he'd dress, even if it seemed... not enough. He'd grown used to layers in his old age.
Of course, he had also grown used to old age. Being young again was more than a surprise, and one he was still adjusting to, looking down at his hands and seeing strength instead of frailty. He had heard an approach, but he had expected... Not what he saw. As Altaïr looked up, and then further up, one thing certainly became clear:
"If I had any remaining doubts that I have left the Levant, they have just been erased."
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Once he'd been directed to the inn, that, at least, was simple enough for him to work through. After finding a bit of privacy, he had dried off, changed into the set of clothing in the pack he'd found nearby - the colour was still odd, but if it was dress in this shade or go naked, he'd dress, even if it seemed... not enough. He'd grown used to layers in his old age.
Of course, he had also grown used to old age. Being young again was more than a surprise, and one he was still adjusting to, looking down at his hands and seeing strength instead of frailty. He had heard an approach, but he had expected... Not what he saw. As Altaïr looked up, and then further up, one thing certainly became clear:
"If I had any remaining doubts that I have left the Levant, they have just been erased."