We certainly diversified away from the bloody huge castle on a hill.

[This from the man who leads a street gang. Altaïr’s name would ring a bell, if it were anyone else he was talking to, but the thing is, Jacob skipped that particular history lesson in favor of roaming around Crawley and fighting thugs in back alleys for the hell of it.

So he doesn’t recognize the name, save for the vaguest sense that he probably should know it? Eh. It can’t be that important.]

Haven’t heard of you. [Said with a shrug.] My sister might’ve, she’s got a better head for obscure bits of Assassin history than I do.