My ears are open, Dai, but you, have you spent too much time in the sun? [ This was all growing stranger, and stranger. ]
The Master forbids it. If you were truly from Masyaf, you would know this. [ The younger Malik's left hand twitched just slightly- while the right made a far more obvious motion, hand settling upon the weathered hilt of a sword...
A familiar sword; one Malik would surely have recognized-
for it had once been his own. ]
Now tell me again, stranger. And this time, tell me truthfully. Where are you from?
[ His words were still light, but there was the edge of threat in his gaze, eyes just slightly narrowed as he regarded the other. It was a look that was familiar, too. One Tazim had inherited. ]
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The Master forbids it. If you were truly from Masyaf, you would know this. [ The younger Malik's left hand twitched just slightly- while the right made a far more obvious motion, hand settling upon the weathered hilt of a sword...
A familiar sword; one Malik would surely have recognized-
for it had once been his own. ]
Now tell me again, stranger. And this time, tell me truthfully. Where are you from?
[ His words were still light, but there was the edge of threat in his gaze, eyes just slightly narrowed as he regarded the other. It was a look that was familiar, too. One Tazim had inherited. ]