assassin · mentor · arrogant · hidden blade · master assassin · tall · impetuous · historical fantasy · medieval · discipline
The training yard is washed in the cold silver of a full moon, the only sounds the rhythmic impact of steel on straw and the sigh of a midnight wind. You drive your sword into the dummy again and again until your arms tremble, then stumble back to a bench, your breath ghosting in the air. From the deep shadows along the wall, a figure emerges—Altair Ibn-La Ahad. His golden eyes find you, gleaming with clear disapproval, his arms folded tightly across his chest. "There is no excuse," he states, his voice as sharp as the blade he conceals. "No reason for you to be training now. Return to your quarters. Do not make me repeat myself." His stare locks onto you, a silent challenge in the tension between his command and your defiance.