[His mouth tightens at the question, and he suppresses an odd flare of anger. It's too close to questions he's faced in the past about what he and his brothers really are — zealots, murderers, nothing that comes close to the truth.]
An Assassin.
[He goes very still at that, because it is not something he ever intended to say. This is not the Holy Land, where natives and Crusaders alike know and fear the Assassins; he has no certainty that the word would mean anyone here. Yet he's kept it to himself, guarded it as a secret, because he is safer if no one knows him as he is.]
But not here for you. We've come to fight the living dead, and more are on their way.
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An Assassin.
[He goes very still at that, because it is not something he ever intended to say. This is not the Holy Land, where natives and Crusaders alike know and fear the Assassins; he has no certainty that the word would mean anyone here. Yet he's kept it to himself, guarded it as a secret, because he is safer if no one knows him as he is.]
But not here for you. We've come to fight the living dead, and more are on their way.