"They will be telling stories of a ghost that haunts the halls of Masyaf that whispers Novice when anyone trips over nothing, that is how long I will irritate you and your bloodline." Malik replied solemly, reaching to heavily place his hands on Altair's shoulder.

"They will hear me on the wind all the way in Constantinople. Just because I have walked far in my journey does not mean that I am a completely different man."