Interception

Asmodeus, I hope this letter finds you well at the time of its arrival. I will have sent this when I have reached the golden grounds of Masyaf, Syria in search for the fabled Blind Rogues of Samaria. They are told to be former members of the Brotherhood who have sought out our more traditional ways, but I must explain to you the journey I have undertook since leaving our home of Fallow Mire. During my travels I made a pass through what we used to call home, Novigrad which has since been overrun by the pests we call Teutonics and their neighboring fort of Helmgyr to the North, wretched beings destroyed and unearthed such nice hearty farm land to leave it empty and abandoned and littered with their Infidel flags. A long and arduous walk was ahead of me after that, I encountered several Teutonic patrols on the main route to Masyaf, saying something about another lost to time fort they were looking to reestablish again? "Feuer Heim" I think is what they called it, hopefully they don't make progress on that and create another super power citadel, I remember our days of scaling the long tall walls of Helmgyr and being chased off by the Teutons when we were kids.... good times. Around month 2 I made it into Masyafs region, its run down and decrepit and littered with trash and people speaking in what I can only assume are an ancient speech, far beyond what we can comprehend for now, the people are skiddish and scared of outsiders, veiled men with golden knives are seen peaking from behind structures, almost as if they are watching my every move. In about a weeks time I will write you again and hope this message finds you, Nothing is True; Everything is Permitted