He'd been to the north, up to the cave he'd scouted with Tony what he now realised was months ago. A stop to the northern village and then he'd been on his way home - in time to see a woman climb from the fountain.

More than that, a woman he recognised. The question that followed was if she would recognise him.

His footsteps were still Assassin-silent as he came to the fountain's side, removing his Mentor robe as he approached. "I beg your pardon," he said, his voice still Masyaf-accented. "May I offer you my robe? This is no weather to suffer in the cold and damp."

The cowl he wore, she would likely recognise - in form if not in detail. His accent, likely less so. But his bracers were probably unmistakable.