Altaïr raises an eyebrow and lets out a small huff of laughter at the assessment. Lucky, indeed; none of the Summoned are, save perhaps those who were taken from even more unpleasant circumstances, but he's not pedantic enough to point that out. He understands the relative nature of such things.

"They would have to try very hard to keep me contained," he says in a mild tone. "I'm not accustomed to confinement. And I'm very good at getting away."

Still, he has to wonder how successful his efforts would be. It's one thing to race through the streets of Acre, Jerusalem and Damascus to the safety of their bureaus; it's quite another to contend with those who wield magic. Truth be told, he is grateful that he won't have to find out.