Ezio: Yusuf, salute (hello)!
Yusuf: Piri told me I might see you here. Did you find what you were looking for?
Ezio: I believe so. This is one of Altair's five keys, a strange artifact.
Yusuf: Ah, it is like nothing I have ever seen. You should keep it somewhere safe.
Ezio: At our headquarters, si (yes), I will. What brings you this way?
Yusuf: I am coordinating with our allies today. The thieves in the bazaar, the mercenaries near the arsenal, and the Romanis in the Constantine district.
Ezio: You are spread a bit thin, Yusuf. Let me speak with the Romanis myself. I have had so little contact with them in the past.
Yusuf: That would ease my mind. If you are in a hurry, you may travel by our network of tunnels. The air down there is a little foul, but the rats are no bigger than dogs. Have fun.
Ezio: Grazie (thank you).
Man: [inaudible 01:33] wracking our city pale when compared to the insanity of the Assassins.
Man 2: Please, God, just let me live. Make for the mosque.
Ezio: I have seen happier men at the gallows.
Woman 1: Crack wise elsewhere, efendim (sir). Today the Byzantines stole half a year's worth of coin from us.
Ezio: Mi dispiace (I am sorry). Can I help?
Woman 1: Perhaps. For centuries my people have been slandered and insulted, labeled witches and warlocks. Well, so be it. We will not run from these lies any more, but embrace them. Encourage these rumors, for it is better to be infamous than ignored.
Ezio: I like the sound of that.
Woman 1: Here is my plan. Every man who touched that chest of coins must die, but discreetly . . . as if cursed by a pagan hex. The Romani curse becomes our blessing. Perhaps then people will leave us be.
Woman 2: Good.
Guard 1: You see what that doctoro said. Why do we always get the [foreign launguage 03:53] and shit that pass through here. Is there a welcome sign hanging somewhere?
Guard 2: M-hmm.
Guard 1: You see what that doctoro said. Why do we always . . .