[Despite lacking a full-time occupation in this land, Altaïr has plenty to keep his days busy, between attending lectures, preparing his caches, wandering while looking for anything odd or otherwise of note, and of course performing those cobbled-together odd jobs that make his living, such as it is. But he keeps coming back to places of learning, like this hall, the great library of Cadens and elsewhere — how can he resist, when there's so much left to learn?]

Even in death, its tale isn't fully told. There's something precious in that, I think.

[And morbid, possibly. At least in the eyes of many others, he knows. Not this man, apparently.]

I'd like to have seen it in life. I suppose it's a kind of puzzle — there are pieces of knowledge here, but we have to put in effort to assemble a whole.