Altaïr hummed at that, happily content to sit and chat as long as she wanted to.

"Two isn't a bad number, all considered. All it can take sometimes is only one of us to shake an entire region. Two or three should your brother arrive?" He let out a low chuckle. "Well. That is nearly an army of us. I heard the Brotherhood had a train here, I wonder if it or other relics have survived."

It was an idle if genuine curiosity, Altaïr had a certain sentimentality towards the history of the Assassins. There was a collection of things in his portion of the Other Side hoarded away, enough to send any historian in to fits of some sort at least.