The voice was likely easy to recognise, even Nida's name carrying the Masyaf accent, the 'd' coming out more as a 'dh'. Altaïr peered out from the hallway to see the young man halfway into his house - the house that would soon be empty once more - and his brows rose with surprise before the logic came to him. "You must have seen everything on the porch."
The house was empty, or mostly so, excepting the bag Altaïr was carrying. There was still some lingering warmth inside, the faint scent of the wood fire that had been burning downstairs, and a distinct lack of dust on any of the surfaces. Time would cure that particular feature. Was it sad to see a house go empty? Perhaps. At least a little.
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The voice was likely easy to recognise, even Nida's name carrying the Masyaf accent, the 'd' coming out more as a 'dh'. Altaïr peered out from the hallway to see the young man halfway into his house - the house that would soon be empty once more - and his brows rose with surprise before the logic came to him. "You must have seen everything on the porch."
The house was empty, or mostly so, excepting the bag Altaïr was carrying. There was still some lingering warmth inside, the faint scent of the wood fire that had been burning downstairs, and a distinct lack of dust on any of the surfaces. Time would cure that particular feature. Was it sad to see a house go empty? Perhaps. At least a little.