Jacob chuckles, not seemingly bothered by the idea. "Trust me, you can never be worse than the man that trained us for this path. I'm certainly not worried," he admits, glad to have the possibility of a task here, a path to stay on without London or the templars. Or at least not the tamplars in any form he is familiar with.

"Well be ready, no matter what they bring at us," he vows, smiling. "And I look forward to seeing how badly our styles clash," he says, definitely teasing, though he suspects that is merely speaking the truth.