A hand steadied her and she shifted, pressing her weight carefully into her wrist as she looked about. The direction from which she'd heard him. And there she did see him. Not too terribly far. Far enough that she couldn't make out any grand details.
Plenty of questions. Why there was a man on the roof. How long he'd been there. Why he was addressing her. His robes. Familiar in their own right. But that was presumptuous of her. And any thought of the Brotherhood or Templars left her with a bitter taste on the tongue.
And she said nothing, simply stared with expectation, as if she demanded an explanation that should have come without pause on his part.
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A hand steadied her and she shifted, pressing her weight carefully into her wrist as she looked about. The direction from which she'd heard him. And there she did see him. Not too terribly far. Far enough that she couldn't make out any grand details.
Plenty of questions. Why there was a man on the roof. How long he'd been there. Why he was addressing her. His robes. Familiar in their own right. But that was presumptuous of her. And any thought of the Brotherhood or Templars left her with a bitter taste on the tongue.
And she said nothing, simply stared with expectation, as if she demanded an explanation that should have come without pause on his part.