A white hooded man was seen siting down on a bench, It was been a couple of weeks since Thomas lost another one of his friends by the hands of a Templar. With every single moment he could hear the screams of his fallen Assassin's as he recounted the events of there demise in his head. Even tho he tried hard to protect him it did little to seal there fate.
Thomas shook the thoughts out of his head. Now it is not the time morn about the lost. Thomas immediately got up from the bench and put on his hood.