Altaïr chuckled, though, his voice holding a light warmth - tone trying to prove he teased rather than lending his faux accusation sincerity. "No. I have not seen London. I wanted to see the world, but becoming Mentor put a great deal between that wish and my reality. Darim intended to go. Maria had seen it. But the London they saw would have been different from the one you knew. Doubtlessly much less tall."

But then he was letting his breath go, slow and quiet as he looked up toward the sky. "That is something I miss, however. This place has no suitable height to see a threat coming."