Continuation from fagsona pt. 2

[dontaddwater]

Altair hopped down from his own horse, tying him to the opposite post. He untied his bags, tugging a fruit out of one of them, holding it out to his horse. It began to eat it enthusiastically, nipping bites from it until it was down to the core itself.

"It was... difficult," he said, the admission itself difficult. Altair ran his free hand down the horse's mane, trying to distract himself from a conversation he didn't want to have.

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[dontaddwater]

Their footsteps were swift and silent, even as they climbed the stone walls hurriedly. Sticking out of the wall, just below the windows, were some wooden stake they could easily perch on. Altair hoisted himself up, balancing carefully, pressing as close to the wall as he could. His fingers gripped the stone to steady himself, and he motioned Malik to the next pole over.

[rafiq]

Malik reached the pole's apex not long after Altair, and hia glance immediately followed the wave of Altair's and. Their targets, hraving since disappeard into a building, reappeared under an open canopy of splinter ped planks. The criss-cross of wood obscured the face on their targets, but they were clearly recognizable in their colored garments. Malik could overhear them from his perch. They seemed to be talking about a shipment that had just been brought in by cart.