Assassin's Creed: The Crusades (private only.)

[Alucardigan]

Gavri held back another rude remark, he didn't want to take out his frustration on either of them. "Haytham's mission didn't go well, but Iona will take care of him." He responded to Malik. "And i'll meet you at Masyaf." He sighed, looking at Dalia. "I would like to talk to you about something." He snapped the horse's reins, making it gallop ahead of them towards Masyaf.

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Dalia looked at Malik. "... I better catch up to him."

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While they were walking, Haytham caught sight of Malik, Dalia, and Gavir. Slowly, with Iona's help, he walked towards them. "Thank you." He whispered to Iona. His hood hid his face so you couldn't tell what his expressions was like but he was staring at the ground. To look so weak...to fail such an important mission....to have his pride crushed down like this. It was all shameful. "Hey." Haytham muttered to them.

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Dalia looked over at Haytham and smiled. "hey, how did your mission go?... are you injured?"

[Alucardigan]

Gavri had not heard Haytham, his mind was on other things. He continued to ride to Masyaf, sighing slightly and looking around him as he thought. When he arrived at Masyaf he slowed the horse and tied it up on the posts with the other horses, continuing on his way to the castle on foot.

[House Stark]

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Iona still stood beside him, but was no longer holding him. She made sure to keep close, incase Haytham wanted her closer. She looked to Malik and Dalia. What did become of this mission? She wasn't told anything of it yet. She had been too focused on tending to his injury to have asked before. She had assumed earlier that he would bring it up if he wanted her to know; but, he too, must have been distracted.


Malik looked to Haytham. He didn't talk for a moment, he wasn't expecting the news he received, but wasn't surprised by the outcome. "Can you explain to me what he meant by 'it didnt go well'? Did you fail to find him? Did you assassinate the wrong man? Did he get away?" normally, he would be scolding him for his failure; yet, instead he was sympathetic. You couldnt always be victorious, but it was a shame that out of every mission he was assigned, it was this one he messed up on. What would Al Mualim think of this, he began to pray silently that he'd be more forgiving. Haytham was, indeed, childish but he had a very strong loyalty and a good hatred for Templars. Last time he checked, those were very good qualities to have.

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Haytham looked at Malik. "I failed ok?! I found Robert and underestimated him. We battled and I lost. I may have stabbed his shoulder but he stabbed me below the ribs. Is that a good enough explanation for you?" He walked two steps away from Iona before he stopped. Head facing away from them he grimaced in pain. The wound hurt, bad. Really bad because he had just faced Robert not to long ago. It throbbed under the bandage, he was pretty sure it was bleeding. It wasn't a wound to him though. It was something that constantly mocked him each time it hurt. It was something that made Haytham walk uneasy and have ragged breathing. But that was the last thing on Haythams mind. 'I will become a novice again... if Al mualim feels nice enough....' He thought unhappily.

[House Stark]

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Iona could tell he was in great pain, but reminded herself that his pride was wounded as well. When he might have let her baby him while the two were alone, she understood she was not to care for him with others watching them. She walked over to him from behind, touching his shoulder lightly "Relax, everything will be alright." she whispered into his ear and kissed his neck, but did so in a subtle manner, that the others couldn't see.


Malik looked to Haytham sympathetically "Atleast you're not dead. Robert has taken some of our lives. Al Mualim might reward you for atleast injuring him." he hoped Al Mualim showed mercy upon Haytham.

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"Yah, and templars will fly!" Haytham spat at Malik's words of sympathy. "I don't need your sympathy!"He hissed angrily. Then he relaxed when Iona's lips brushed against his neck. "I'm going back to Maysaf..." He muttered before walking off to get his horse that was waiting for him outside if jerusalem s walls.

[House Stark]

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Iona smiled softly, he had calmed down "Haytham she whispered to him"Are you sure youre ready to go? Maybe you should heal before going on horse back."


Malik watched the two leave, quietly. Then turned to Dalia with a sigh.