Hashshashin » Places

         Khaj left to seek out the room, passing several hallways to get to it. Finally he came to the room in which the woman was speaking of and checked it out. The room was soundproof enough, it would muffle but not completely cancel out the sound of a gunshot. He continued to setting his Long Rifle onto the table and unpacking his things too. One was a makeshift target he had that was about the size of a plate. It was made of a homemade material that at touch was like flesh. He placed it to the far edge of his room to use it to see if his gun still had it's powder dry. He aimed his pistol at it and fired, making a loud bang in the process. His fellow assassins would have to deal with his noises at night for as long as he stayed so they might as well start now. When he walked outside his door he began to carve an outline of the sign of Islam in the middle of the door with his knife. It would add something familiar to this foreign place.

After spending ten seconds reloading the gun, Khaj began to wonder around. His left hand was on his pistol handle again for it was almost through habit. He walked down to the basement for a few minutes. When he got down he noticed several assassins there, none of which had even a crossbow on their person. "Why is it that all of you brefer old age weaponry?" He inquired.