Few of his brothers back in Masyaf would believe it, but Altaïr is capable of enjoying himself in the company of others — in this case, because he is in the company of others, many of whom were in dire peril not long ago. It continues to play at his mind as it has these past weeks; that other Summoned have come to mean something to him, that he is not as content with solitude as he once would have claimed, and so he spends some time with him at the festivities.

But companionship and merriment aren't the only things on his mind this evening. How can they be, after what he witnessed? Altaïr supported the deaths of those who would commit such unforgivable crimes and still does, but not like that. Better to make a quick, clean end of a life than to revel in torment.

It's only been a few minutes since he returned to the inn when the door opens again. He looks up from where he sits, his journal open and ready to record thoughts he hasn't yet found the words for. "Safety and peace, Diana." But from the look of her, she feels neither at the moment.