Assassin-Desmond

 Maria gritted her teeth as another round of drunken laughter shook the small tavern violently. Patience, Maria, patience, she reminded herself reverently. However it seemed the soldiers weren't going to hand her the peace she desired so desperately. "Are you lost, girl?" A skinnier Saracen hiccupped through his mug, voicing his question in wiry, hardly comprehensible English. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to pick on a lady?" Maria responded coolly from behind her drink as she took a sip, trying her hardest not to give in to the snorts of laughter. "What is you doing in this beit shtiya Yerushalmi, pale girl?" The man contin