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[Ezio, dressed entirely in dark robes, can be found seated on one of the many rooftops of the city. He has his journal open to a blank page and the tip of a quill pressed to it. He can't quite figure out what to write. He should write something, shouldn't he?
There is this overwhelming feeling of uncertainty. He wants to know what's happening at home. He wants to know what it's like to leave Italy by choice. He wants to know more about Altair and his life, even if his ancestor seems reluctant to share much at all that he doesn't already know.
If anyone has their journal open, they'll hear a sigh from the old Assassin but nothing else.
He won't be moving much, sitting leaned against that chimney, but he's visible to people who look up from their daily lives or happen to be on the rooftops themselves.]
There is this overwhelming feeling of uncertainty. He wants to know what's happening at home. He wants to know what it's like to leave Italy by choice. He wants to know more about Altair and his life, even if his ancestor seems reluctant to share much at all that he doesn't already know.
If anyone has their journal open, they'll hear a sigh from the old Assassin but nothing else.
He won't be moving much, sitting leaned against that chimney, but he's visible to people who look up from their daily lives or happen to be on the rooftops themselves.]