[Jacob's is a far more open book, his jaw dropping at the sheer distance in dates between them. He'd wondered, but this is a far greater gap than he could've imagined: about seven hundred years. No wonder the fellow had wondered if he was a Templar—was there even a Great Britain in those days?

Time travel. Bloody hell.]

I've heard of Masyaf, somewhat. [Give him a minute, he skipped those lessons back in the day and did not ever think he'd have to actually remember them.] That's—the great big castle that used to be our old base, yes? We haven't got that now, [it would be a little more showy than even Jacob can stomach,] but we do have a train in London. The rest of us are out in the country.

[Probably having fits over the twins running off.]

Never did catch your name, though. I find that unfair, since I've already told you mine. [Jokingly:] Do I need to pull a knife on you just to get a name? Because I'm rather light on weapons right now.