"They call her the Demon. She's a pirate, and a Master Assassin. She killed the entire crew of a brig when she was fourteen, all by herself, without formal Assassin training. During her first two years as an Assassin, she killed over four hundred Templars." Morgana stopped in her tracks, and smiled. She was there to hunt Assassins, not recount stories of Assassins. Right now, she was close to capturing an Assassin, and that was an amazing feeling for her. Be it the Demon, Kenway, or some other fool, Morgana knew that an Assassin would die that day. "Over there" Morgana whispered quietly as she pointed to a white hood popping out from a nearby field of sugarcane.