Yusuf: Ezio! Come meet my new friends!
Crowd: You will not escape. Let's get out now. Assassins, run. My God, I'm getting out of here.
Yusuf: You fight like a man late for his own wedding.
Ezio: Yes, by about 25 years.
Yusuf: I was too late to save the Bazaar den, unfortunately. But now that my army has doubled in size, we'll take it back together. This way.
Yusuf: When the Templars take control of a district, they flaunt their presence hanging banners, extorting the merchants. It's a constant battle to keep them at bay, and they rub our noses in every victory.
Ezio: They are quite bold. Why does the Sultan tolerate this?
Yusuf: Sultan Bayezid is far way, Ezio, warring with his son, Selim, many leagues northwest of the city. He has been away for years, at least since the earthquake, and maybe even before. He is blind to all this turmoil.
Ezio: Ah, but your eyes are open, yes?
Yusuf: Like two full moons. Believe it.
Yusuf: Too many to engage directly.
Ezio: I am not confident a smoke bomb will help us here.
Yusuf: Smoke bomb? Ezio, it's time you Italians joined the sixteenth century. These do not obscure, they distract.
Yusuf: You see? They can't resist. Let's move.
Ezio: You are full of surprises today.
Yusuf: Crafting explosives is a new hobby, one we borrowed from the Chinese and have taken to with great passion.
Ezio: You will have to teach me.
Yusuf: Who is the mentor here, Ezio? I'm beginning to wonder.
Yusuf: Your turn. Make me proud. There they go. Hurry, we're nearly there.
Yusuf: This is another of our many dens taken by Templars, as you can see. Somewhere among this rabble is a Templar captain. Kill him and then climb the tower and light out signal fire. This warns the Templars that it is time to pack up and go.
Ezio: Good, you create a distraction. I will send them home.