Does he truly look like a normal person to you, Desmond? With a braid and tribal beads in his hair and a handmade bow and quiver strapped to his back? Not even mentioning he is roughly the size of a full grown black bear.

The response makes him smile, considering it was exactly the sort of thing he could so easily picture Altair saying. "I have found those sorts of answers do not help." The clan mother had often tried to give him those sorts of answers, while Achilles had always been much more straightforward. "It will indeed take practice, but there are things you can do to improve your focus."

"I did." Opening his left palm, a small flame slowly began to spark to life, a talent it had taken him a rather long time to learn how to control.