Lord Ashworth did not wait. His fleet blockaded Gibraltar. He offered terms: give him the boy, and he would spare the Assassins. “The Templars will usher in an age of peace through control,” his letter read. “You pirates only know chaos.”
Her name was Arwa bint Malik. A hakima —physician—from Aleppo, trained by the last of the Levantine Assassins. She wore no hood, but a surgeon’s mask. Her blades were not on her wrists but in her words: poisons, cures, truth serums. Assassins Creed IV - Black Flag -Europe- -EnAr-
Nasim chose to stay with Arwa in Gibraltar. He was learning to speak again—first word, “Kenway.” Second, “Freedom.” Lord Ashworth did not wait
He didn’t kill him. Instead, Arwa injected Ashworth with a slow poison that erased memory, not life. The banker woke three days later in a monastery in County Cork, believing himself a retired cheese merchant. “The Templars will usher in an age of