In spite of their unceremonious delivery at the claws of Serana, Ezio landed on his feet, as cats often did (regardless of the form he took). Taking a cursory examination of the room he was rather surprised to see so many weapons about. It wasn't something he was so accustomed to seeing in a bedroom, let alone one that belonged to a royal. He took note of each door, wondering where they lead, and determined that should anything go awry their best plan of action would be to depart the way they came: the balcony.
"Mmm," he mused, "it's understandable. One can never be too careful in times of war." He spoke to Lizair, but his eyes were elsewhere, scanning the room for threats. "Is it true you can help Giri?"
Altair, however, was one to tuck and roll in response to his landing, springing back to his feet rather like an acrobat. He was so distracted by the array of weapons that he failed to even notice Giri using him as a handhold. His eyes went so wide they could have popped out of his head, and the boy quickly went to examine the impressive collection. "Whoa, Master Ezio, I think the only collection I've seen that's more impressive is yours." He folded his arms behind his back and leaned close to look at a particularly nice looking axe.
"Is this Dwarven?" He asked with a massive grin, pointing at the blade. "It's totally Dwarven, right? It looks like a Fjorstal original! It's got all the hallmarks of his handiwork!" He was most definitely trying to resist picking it up with every fiber of his being. What he wouldn't give to be able to play with these shiny new toys...
"Mmm," he mused, "it's understandable. One can never be too careful in times of war." He spoke to Lizair, but his eyes were elsewhere, scanning the room for threats. "Is it true you can help Giri?"
Altair, however, was one to tuck and roll in response to his landing, springing back to his feet rather like an acrobat. He was so distracted by the array of weapons that he failed to even notice Giri using him as a handhold. His eyes went so wide they could have popped out of his head, and the boy quickly went to examine the impressive collection. "Whoa, Master Ezio, I think the only collection I've seen that's more impressive is yours." He folded his arms behind his back and leaned close to look at a particularly nice looking axe.
"Is this Dwarven?" He asked with a massive grin, pointing at the blade. "It's totally Dwarven, right? It looks like a Fjorstal original! It's got all the hallmarks of his handiwork!" He was most definitely trying to resist picking it up with every fiber of his being. What he wouldn't give to be able to play with these shiny new toys...
