[It looks as though the man has taken no particular interest in his arrival from the rooftops. Maybe he hasn't; Altaïr is no mind reader, so he certainly can't say otherwise.
He can suspect, though. Months ago, he might have assumed the worst of any unknown follower, regardless of what his sight told him. He's grown since then.]
Good afternoon.
[A simple greeting as if to a random passerby, nothing more.]
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He can suspect, though. Months ago, he might have assumed the worst of any unknown follower, regardless of what his sight told him. He's grown since then.]
Good afternoon.
[A simple greeting as if to a random passerby, nothing more.]