NapalmFairy

   How long had he been standing there staring vacantly at the blank piece of parchment holding a now dry quill in his hand? Unable to sleep, and the moon now high over Jerusalem, Malik had decided to begin tomorrows work by making more maps for his fellow assassins. But his mind kept creeping back to that pathetic excuse for one of his kind sleeping in the main chamber of the assassin's bureau. The only thing Malik was grateful for that day was that Altair had retired quickly so he didn't have to make useless small talk with him. Not that he would have bothered trying to have a civilized conversation with Altair anyway. Even speaking busines