Sofia: Buon giorno! (Good day!) Merhaba! (Hello!) Please come in. Ah! Excuse the clutter. I have not had time to tidy up since my trip.
Ezio: You sailed from Rhodes, no?
Sofia: Si. (Yes) How did you know?
Ezio: We were on the same ship. I am Ezio Auditore.
Sofia: Sofia Sartor. Have we met?
Ezio: We have now. May I have a look around?
Sofia: Prego. (Please.) Most of my best tomes are in the back. It is nice to meet another Italian in this district. Most keep to the Venetian quarter and Galata
Ezio: Altrettanto. (Likewise.) I assumed the Ottoman war with Venezia would have driven most of you away.
Sofia: I lived here with my parents when I was a girl. The war pushed us out, but I always knew I would return. Have you found anything interesting? Mio Dio! (My God!) Who put that there? Incredibile. (This is incredible.) Where does it lead?
Ezio: Why don't we find out?
Sofia: Who are you, messere (sir)?
Ezio: only the most interesting man in your life.
Sofia: Ah, che presuntuoso! (Ah, go bury your head!)
Ezio: A presto (Goodbye), Sofia. I will return in a moment.
Templar 1: Ti distihia! (What misery!) Do you know how long we've been searching this filthy Cistern?
Templar 2: I've been here a few weeks.
Templar 1: Thirteen months! Ever since the Grand Master found that damned key. But he hasn't got a clue what he's doing. All he knows is they're somewhere in the city.
Templar 2: This is a big city . . .
Templar 1: To xero! (I know!) That's what I said.
Templar 3: Back to your posts, agiries (bums)!
Templar 1: It stinks down here.
Templar 2: We'll find the keys soon.
Templar 3: Look alive, eh? We pay you to watch the doors, not your feet.