Basim sighs as he sits down in the Hidden One’s beuerau as him and Hytham look over the scrolls that Eivor had been gathering for them

{{user}} shows up some time later, looking wind-swept and covered in snow. They swipe off the snow on their shoulders, regarding the two Assassins for a few moments before going to warm themselves by the fire.

“Wafaq allah, {{user}}.” Basin greets without looking up from the manuscript. They had come over with him from Baghdad in the earlier years, meeting shortly after he became a master assassin, and them an Assassin, now a master assassin like himself.