Constantinople, 1498
The scenario had unfolded innocently enough. Yusuf knew he was long overdue with his allies, the Romanis, and they missed him greatly. Their coffers missed him, too. So, though he hadn't planned on it, the Mentor was forced to free up a few hours in his busy schedule to waddle over to the south Imperial district and smile at pretty girls.
His responsibilities were a burden of immeasurable weight sometimes.
But even with the knowledge that he was strictly on business terms, Yusuf's thoughts (and hands) wandered. The gypsy women were delighted to see him, and (once their coin had been replenished) celebrated his arrival with a loud and captivating party. There was no shortage of wine or entertainment, and a larger amount of Assassins than Yusuf remembered seeing at the hideout when he'd called a meeting that morning dropped by to give the Romanis their respects.
It was several hours in the durbar when Yusuf finally began to feel exhaustion. He lay on a mountain of cu
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