Altaïr takes careful note of the recounted facts and the names that go with them. As soon as he leaves, he may write it all down — but he suspects he won't need to.

"My thanks." He nods. "It may not make much difference to most, but I dislike not having the context that others do."

Blend in. Hide in plain sight. Removed from his homeland and his brothers, Altaïr is still an Assassin, and he cannot keep to the creed without a great deal of knowledge. He has a feeling he'll be spending much of the coming days trying to gather as much of it as possible.

"I don't want to take up too much of your time," he adds a moment later. Especially when that time would be better spent creating what he came here for. "Is there anything else you need from me now?"