Percivia
I got up from the crate, and dusted myself off. What are we to do now? Go back to the Colonies? Stay here? Seeing old friends is great and all, but stopping the Templars seemed like the ultimate goal here. I went below deck, to the bar area, hoping to grab a drink. By the way, I haven't seen the little pipsqueak Vladimir for some time. I was itching for a sparring partner like him. Last time we clashed, our relationship had been unfavorable, but where in England could he go? It's not like he's been here before...
Haytham
"I'm sure it does, after all, he personally trained my siblings and I to follow in his footsteps." I told her, holding back the displeasure in my voice. Unfortunately one of us made the cut. But I became something more.