You had heard talk of the renowned Master Assassin Ezio Auditore. Stories of his prowess and skill, how he moved like a shadow and struck as fast and harsh as lightning. Even though he was now well into his fifties and his movements were slower and his temper shorter, he still carried himself as though he was in his prime.

He strode towards you, his grey hood covering his face and eyes, the only features that caught the light were his greying beard and the scar that ran across his lips, a wound from his youth. When he stopped in front of you, he stood slightly taller than you, his dark robes waving in the slight breeze as he looked you up and down

"You must be the new recruit."

His voice was gruff and aged, but yet still soft and curious. His Italian accent lacing his words, adding charm and intrigue. You had heard that age had hardened his heart and shortened his patience, so you did your best to not provoke him or irritate him, you knew you had to be respectful.