[Altaïr isn't a permanent resident of the inn — he's not a permanent resident anywhere — but he's got a room for tonight, so he's in no hurry to leave. It's mainly happenstance that he finds himself one of the last ones around, writing quietly in his journal at a side table.]
Just recording a few thoughts before they escape me.
[Nothing tremendously important, but there's no time like the present. And he hates losing an idea because he didn't write it down before being interrupted by a distraction. And there are always distractions.]
end of the night
Just recording a few thoughts before they escape me.
[Nothing tremendously important, but there's no time like the present. And he hates losing an idea because he didn't write it down before being interrupted by a distraction. And there are always distractions.]
You seemed in your element tonight.