[ his glare gets a bit more severe at the questions. it's annoying to be questioned and the how part-- well, that really irks him. he doesn't know how he got here, nor does he have any inkling of an idea. perhaps if he did, he would be able to start forming a plan for how to correct whatever was going on here. and then there was the question of who he is. it's an odd one. as close as he is to Altiar, it seems strange that there would be anyone in the Order who hasn't seen him at least once. or at the very least, someone who can't recognize him by his missing arm. the events of Solomon's Temple were hardly a well kept secret.
not only that, but the fact that Malik can't seem to recognize this man at all is odd. his memory is nothing to be questioned-- it's one of the reasons he was taught to become a cartographer for the order in addition to his training to become a Master Assassin-- and he's made it a point to be able to recognize any Brother immediately to ensure that there could be no imposters, but he's never seen this man.
as he thinks these things, however, it occurs to him that as strange as they might be, there are various other things that are just as strange. the missing sound of metal clashing against metal coming from the training ring for one. he'd grown accustomed to hearing it everyday and the sudden absence is slightly unsettling. there couldn't possibly be enough men out on missions that no one would be training right now. for as long as he can remember, there has almost never been a time when the training ring was unoccupied. ]
Me? I think the better question would be, who are you?
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not only that, but the fact that Malik can't seem to recognize this man at all is odd. his memory is nothing to be questioned-- it's one of the reasons he was taught to become a cartographer for the order in addition to his training to become a Master Assassin-- and he's made it a point to be able to recognize any Brother immediately to ensure that there could be no imposters, but he's never seen this man.
as he thinks these things, however, it occurs to him that as strange as they might be, there are various other things that are just as strange. the missing sound of metal clashing against metal coming from the training ring for one. he'd grown accustomed to hearing it everyday and the sudden absence is slightly unsettling. there couldn't possibly be enough men out on missions that no one would be training right now. for as long as he can remember, there has almost never been a time when the training ring was unoccupied. ]
Me? I think the better question would be, who are you?