Man 1: What the hell just happened?
Man 2: You were snooping. Wandering outside the Desmond partition. So once the Animus located you, it pulled you back here. It's just following orders. Like a fail safe program. Trying to keep your poor head intact, whether you like it or not.
Man 1: And what are you doing here exactly?
Man 2: Playing. Learning. Waiting. A lot of waiting. I keep the Animus distracted as best I can. For you, so you can explore. Otherwise, it might hunt you down like a little virus and delete you.
Man 1: Well, my guardian angel.
Man 2: There's no such thing.
Man 1: Yeah, I. . . thanks.
Man 3: Dear sister, Masyaf is overrun by a battery of Templars, and their motive us clear. They desire the secrets locked away in Altair's library. Secrets they believe will lead them to something called the Grand Temple. Whether or not this is true, I do know the library is real. I have seen it's door for myself. But none can enter. Not without five keys which were sent to Constantinopoli with Niccolo Polo almost 300 years ago. Claudia, I must find these keys. The Templars have already located one, and I do not know how difficult it will be to find the others. Only time, skill, and a bit of luck will tell.
Man 3: A magnificent sight.
Man 4: It is a work in progress.
Man 3: No city in Europa has a skyline quite like this.
Man 4: Well to be precise, that is Europa. That is Asia.
Man 3: Ah, some borders even the Ottomans cannot move.
Man 4: Very few. You are Italian by the sound of it, but your outfit is not. Have you been traveling long?
Man 3: Yes, a very long time. I left Roma 12 months ago looking for inspiration. And that search brought me here. When I was a child, my father told me stories about the fall of Costantinopoli.
Man 4: You must mean the conquest of Konstantiniyye. I suppose the moral of any story matches the temper of the man telling it.
Man 3: That we can agree on.
Man 4: I am glad. Konstantiniyye is a city for all kinds of creeds. Students like me, or travelers such as yourself.
Man 4: I have so much work to attend to, but it is good to be home.
Man 3: Work? When I was your age, my interests were. . . were mainly. . . Hello.
Man 4: Incredible, I am surprised you got anything done.
Man 3: As was my mother.
Man 4: It was a pleasure speaking with you, sir. I hope you find something to hold your interest here.
Man 3: I have faith I will.
Man 4: May I, may lady?
Woman 1: Thank you, dear boy.
Man 3: A scholar and a gentleman. You are full of surprises.
Man 4: Very few, my friend. May God bless you!
Man 5: Welcome, brother. Unless the legend is a lie, you are the man I long to meet. Renowned master and mentor, Ezio Auditore de la la la!
Man 3: Excuse me?
Man 5: Forgive me, I have a hard time remembering that Italian gibberish.
Man 3: Da Firenze. The city where I was born.
Man 5: Ah, yes! So by your custom, I would be. . . Yusuf Tazim da Istanbul! I like that.
Man 3: Istanbul? Yet another name for this city?
Man 5: Yes, it's a local favorite. Come, Mentor da Firenze, I will show you around.