While Evie was busy studying and trying to find the Piece of Eden, Jacob was the one who kept an eye on the streets through his Rooks – anything weird they spotted, they would warn Jacob, and he would investigate it himself. So that was what happened when he heard that a stranger was walking around, and being attacked by the Blighters for apparently no reason – and he knew how to fight, a very similar way as Jacob did. That last past caught Jacob’s attention, so he had to see who this bloke was himself.
Funny thing was when Jacob finally managed to find him, he was fighting the Blighters again. Of course he would join the fight, Jacob loved a good brawl. His style was more open, although he used his own hidden blade very often, he would use his brass knuckles like a kid with a candy. He smashed the brains of some red gangsters, blood spattering on his clothes and face as usual – he was always covered with it, even if he tried to clean it. It was basically what Jacob did all day, anyway.
After dealing with the thugs, Jacob rolled his own neck, turning his attention back to the stranger with a grin. “My pleasure. I love killing some red bastards. Bloody Blighters wouldn’t leave you alone, huh? It’s always like this, they can’t see someone new around, and they attack at sight… though, I have my own suspicions why they did that to you.”
He pointed at the man’s hidden blade, clicking his tongue. “I thought I was one of the few Assassins around. Who are you ?”
The outcome of this encounter had sure been messy. Darim was not one to wince at the sight of blood or injuries. But even he found that some of the men whom had fallen at the hands of this newcomer made quite an unpleasant sight. They did not seem faced by the blood that covered their outfit in the slightest, however.
❝ Yes, these men were.. rather persistent in their pursuit. I thought I had lost them earlier. Clearly, I was wrong. ❞ He did not know who these “Blighters” were but this man seemed quite familiar with them. They sure had been troublesome to deal with. For a moment he brought a hand to his face to touch at a throbbing pain on his lip. Now that the rush of the fight wore off he became aware of the punches he had been unable to avoid earlier. As of right now, none appeared to be cause for concern to him, though.
There was a boldness and raw strength emanating from the stranger. They did not give the impression of a man who was easily intimidated. Darim thought he had caught a glimpse of a blade earlier in the fight. Now that he had time to properly assess the man he could confirm his suspicion. It appeared he would not have to find the local Brotherhood; they had found him.
❝ I have just arrived in the city last night ❞, he said and bowed his head in greeting. ❝ My name is Darim Ibn-La'Ahad, member of the constantinian Brotherhood. ❞
He stopped for a brief moment, remembering the description he had been given about mister Green, the only Assassin who was still left in the City of London. The only one he had been aware of, that is.
❝ Likewise, I was not aware that there are several Assassins still roaming the city. I only know of one and you do not- quite match the description I have been given.. No offense. Am I right to assume that you are not mister Green? ❞
