Jakob looked over, blinking at her. "I'm just curious," he said, voice a smooth, light tenor. He had already gone through all the pains of puberty, and his voice had settled in at this pitch. This was highlighted by the contrast of his accent: it was rougher and heavy on the tongue. "I've never been, you see, and I want to...to, ah, see the sights?" The words sounded unfamiliar to him. "I don't want to...to..." He frowned, searching for the words. "To be played for a fool, yes?"<br/><br/>He wondered about this girl. She was clearly confident in herself, though uncomfortable in her current clothing. She had weapons on her, like he did. He wondered if she knew who the prophesied child was; he had heard that most Assassins did.