"It seems, then, we have something in common." Southerners were fond of insults about his homeland, his person, his attire, his family...well, many things. Only among the Inner Circle was he really respected, and even that had been hesitant and rife with mistrust...on many sides. He nods at the question, though. "And you would be correct."

He's quiet for a moment before he makes the next observation, leaning back in his own chair and placing his hands on either armrest.

"Altair is not a name known to me, or the styling, either. knowing we come from a multitude of worlds as well as times, I suppose I shouldn't find that surprising, as I've never heard of this...Masyaf, what it? Or Jerusalem."