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[stewardedingly]

[It's not as though Faramir's out of place here. Hell, he fits in here better than most worlds - if anything, it's a little more advanced than he's used to, but that's fine by him]

[It's not that he lacks the skills, either. He's a warrior, after all. He can shoot and fight and climb walls with the best of them]

[It's not even that he's a guard,

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[scarfedingly]

[Mina would make an excellent assassin were she not an essentially moral person]

[She's grabbed Faramir from behind before she realises who he is.]

Ah. Faramir. Terribly sorry, I didn't recognise you in this ridiculous pastiche of Italy. I wonder, have you seen a certain...

[-feathers-]

...feather. I mean, Cardinal.

[stewardedingly]

[And Faramir is more than a little perturbed at being caught off-guard so easily. Must be this place getting to him...]

[Still, he rallies fairly admirably, hand going half to his sword as he turns to face her, then relaxing]

That depends why you seek him, lady. Yet if I may be of service...

[scarfedingly]

I have reason to believe he has information for me.

[Like where in his body a poison dart would be best placed]

I should, of course, return the favour in future.

[Ignore that suspicious red and white dress...]

[stewardedingly]

The Cardinal takes no visitors of late.

[His hand relaxes a little from his sword]

His funeral is three days from now.

[Sorry, Mina, there are just too many Ezios running around the city just now]

[eddiedingly]

[Eddie snaps a salute.]

Yessir! Next time, we'll be more thorough.

[stewardedingly]

Next time, all I ask is to use thy eyes!

[Sorry, Eddie, he's in angry-Captain mode]

[eddiedingly]

[Eddie can handle it. Well, mostly.]

Yessir! I'll use my eyes, sir. If he's foolish enough to show himself again, you can count on me to get him. Sir.

[stewardedingly]

Best that you do. I'll not have some common murderer stalk my city so unmolested.