Edward’s reply was a cannonball through the window of Ashworth’s London townhouse, tied with a note: “I learned from the best chaos-bringers. They’re called mothers.”
Her name was Arwa bint Malik. A hakima —physician—from Aleppo, trained by the last of the Levantine Assassins. She wore no hood, but a surgeon’s mask. Her blades were not on her wrists but in her words: poisons, cures, truth serums. Assassins Creed IV - Black Flag -Europe- -EnAr-
The wreck of the Sultana’s Mirror lay not far from the Aran Islands. But the sea had scattered her secrets. What Edward found instead was a survivor: a mute boy, no older than twelve, with olive skin and calloused hands, clutching a brass disc etched with constellations. Edward’s reply was a cannonball through the window