[ It was an unforgivably hot day. Those who weren't being dispatched for a mission (of which there were very few these days) or guarding their posts had gone down to the river in an effort to find a little relief. Even their Master had made himself absent. To where, Tazim could not say.
Unlike his brothers, Tazim had taken up refuge from the heat in the library. The stone of the castle was cool enough for him, and the silence that he found here was more comforting than that which he would have found splashing superfluously in the river with his brothers.
It was said that in the old days of the Order, the assassins would train in any weather, rain or shine or snow- but the training ring was empty now, and was empty more often than not. The old ways were dying under Abbas's own paranoia, and Tazim was not the only one who could see that he saw enemies in every corner.
His thoughts were wandering from the scrolls he had at hand, and Tazim sighed. Pushing them away and lifting a hand to rub his temples. It was hard to focus in heat like this, even in the slight relief of the castle. ]
I can't sit here any more.
[ He grumbled this to himself, before collecting what he'd been reading to put it back where it belonged. It was then, when he'd moved to stand that it happened. A flash of light that first he took to be a reflection of the sun bouncing off something and blinding him- but then suddenly there was a disoriented man standing before him, and the scrolls that Tazim had been holding tumbled from his hands. He stared at the other, clearly at a loss. Perhaps he should have drawn a knife upon the other- but the robes the other wore were clearly that of a Dai, and even in such strange circumstances, it would be wholly disrespectful to draw a blade upon a man well above his rank. Besides- he didn't know what the hell was going on here; there would be more than enough time to threaten the other later, if that was what it came to. ]
You- who are you? How did you... [ He made a vague hand gesture, continuing to stare in disbelief at the other.
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Unlike his brothers, Tazim had taken up refuge from the heat in the library. The stone of the castle was cool enough for him, and the silence that he found here was more comforting than that which he would have found splashing superfluously in the river with his brothers.
It was said that in the old days of the Order, the assassins would train in any weather, rain or shine or snow- but the training ring was empty now, and was empty more often than not. The old ways were dying under Abbas's own paranoia, and Tazim was not the only one who could see that he saw enemies in every corner.
His thoughts were wandering from the scrolls he had at hand, and Tazim sighed. Pushing them away and lifting a hand to rub his temples. It was hard to focus in heat like this, even in the slight relief of the castle. ]
I can't sit here any more.
[ He grumbled this to himself, before collecting what he'd been reading to put it back where it belonged. It was then, when he'd moved to stand that it happened. A flash of light that first he took to be a reflection of the sun bouncing off something and blinding him- but then suddenly there was a disoriented man standing before him, and the scrolls that Tazim had been holding tumbled from his hands. He stared at the other, clearly at a loss. Perhaps he should have drawn a knife upon the other- but the robes the other wore were clearly that of a Dai, and even in such strange circumstances, it would be wholly disrespectful to draw a blade upon a man well above his rank. Besides- he didn't know what the hell was going on here; there would be more than enough time to threaten the other later, if that was what it came to. ]
You- who are you? How did you... [ He made a vague hand gesture, continuing to stare in disbelief at the other.
Had the heat caused him to go mad? ]