"The area of the world - the Europeans call it the Levant. I have always known it as the Ash-Shaam. I was born in the citadel of Masyaf, high in the mountains, at the end of a canyon. We were an independent state called the Nizari Ismaili. With all of the stone of the mountain and the canyon, we had very little land to grow foods near to the citadel itself, but our stoneworkers were the best outside of Alep," he answered. They were answers he would normally give, but more... in-depth, he noted, wondering what it was that brought this about. Not that he minded answering these things, but he knew he would need to be cautious about the Brotherhood. He'd cautioned himself about it since his arrival. Why was he growing loose-tongued now?