"I was taught to fight from the moment I could hold a practice knife," he answered, "in the village of Masyaf - specifically, the citadel. I was trained as a fidāʼī of the Nizari Ismaili." And with that, he told her more than he'd told anyone else. It was, as had become usual, not the entire truth; he had decided to wait to speak the word 'assassin' until he was certain there were no Templars present. As yet, he couldn't be sure. Though he had spoken his name enough. It was likely any Templars already knew who he was and were planning to strike. But he wouldn't give them fuel for the fire.

"And you? Where did you learn?" He asked it even as he sank into a fighting stance, feet braced, knees bent - on guard and ready to parry.