Malik. [ He repeats it back as his heart gives an aching lurch. He still has not put the pieces together, but there is no denying that the name does not have sentimentality to him. A brief flash of this crosses through his eyes- pain? Longing? Anger? It is hard to say, and it is gone just as quickly as it had begun.
But the more he looked, the more he saw. What were the chances that there would be another Malik who both possessed one arm, and looked so... oddly familiar.
In response to the other's snark, Tazim just gives the other a slight, but easy smile. While Malik is not amused, he most certainly is. ]
I am here to be at your service, Dai Malik. [ He tipped just slightly in a half-bow, a mocking gesture- likely getting himself in more, and more trouble with the other. But it would not be the first time that Tazim's inability to keep his tongue in check that had gotten him into trouble. ]
Tell me, Malik, where do you hail from? [ Certainly not from Masyaf, or he would have known the other. ]
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But the more he looked, the more he saw. What were the chances that there would be another Malik who both possessed one arm, and looked so... oddly familiar.
In response to the other's snark, Tazim just gives the other a slight, but easy smile. While Malik is not amused, he most certainly is. ]
I am here to be at your service, Dai Malik. [ He tipped just slightly in a half-bow, a mocking gesture- likely getting himself in more, and more trouble with the other. But it would not be the first time that Tazim's inability to keep his tongue in check that had gotten him into trouble. ]
Tell me, Malik, where do you hail from? [ Certainly not from Masyaf, or he would have known the other. ]