Literature
Price of Piece
Masyaf September 1192 CE
One year, Malik thought. One year of change, turmoil, fear, sadness. He sighed heavily, scratching his shoulder where an arm should have been. One year and more since hed lost his arm, a part of himself that he still missed dearly, no matter that hed forgiven the man whose actions had caused the loss. The year since the tragic events at Solomons Temple and here in the very bedrock of the Assassins themselves had not been one of quiet after the storm. Far from it. The new Master was rash, arrogant rubbed even the irascible Altair the wrong way. Hed sent Malik like some lackey to search f