Altair sat in a garden hut looking down at the letter from Rauf. It was an update concerning Masayf, nothing unordinary, just the usual hustle and bustle. However what did worry him was the sudden change of wording halfway through the letter. Rauf expressed great concern over the training of the new novices. While the combat instructor was convinced they could be trained, he was worried about a few of them and their attitudes.

Sighing, the Grand Master stood and left his hutch to go find some food. Other than the novices, Rauf also expressed some concern about the living conditions of every inhabitant in the fortress. It was no secret that when it rained certain areas flooded, but to work on those areas would cost a great deal of gold and man-power that Altair could not spend all at once.

Going to his customary curry stall, Altair got his food and found a bench to eat. There he watched as people around him mingled and the guards all stood less hostile than usual. The atmosphere was calmer, maybe because of the death of the Traitor or because peace finally came as a whole. Either way, it was nice not running for his life.

Making sure he cleaned up after himself, the tired man made his way back to the bureau so he could relay the news to Malik. The thought of the man, made Altair's stomach churn. He would need to apologize even though Malik was in the wrong. Sighing again, he climbed a ladder and ran over the roof tops to the somewhat safety of hideout.

A/n: Well here is a very short Chapter 5, chapter 6 will be longer. Thank you for reading!