[The name Wallachia means nothing to Altaïr, which he expects — but the surprising mention of the Black Sea is familiar, and his expression brightens ever so faintly.]

I hadn't expected to encounter anyone from the same world. Most of those I've spoken to recall entirely different countries and land masses.

[It doesn't exactly make them friends. But it's — reassuring, almost, to know that he didn't just imagine his own point of origin.]

I do plan to seek out the libraries very soon. Are you much of a reader yourself?