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[His satchel secured around his torso and a piece of parchment in his hand, Malik Al-Sayf is wandering around just about everywhere that his feet can carry him at this given moment. Not one to be social, he has taken on the task of mapping out the known area on his own as knows his skills and knows that cartography is a talent that he holds. Whether a map had been given or not, he was not in possession of it and so he figured that one would eventually be needed as this place had be larger than it looked, had to hold more than what had been revealed to them thus far.

His process is tedious, it takes moments of sketching upon parchment when arriving in area for something rough, then counting paces to assure distances between walls, putting in staircases, counting the number of stairs it takes to ascend. It's a complicated process but he seems not only intent in exploring the place further to completely get his barrings but also on creating a solid map that perhaps can be replicated later.

Assistance is always appreciated but Malik is a sharp and rather severe figure, so it not always seems that way. Perhaps he seems a little too occupied in his work and simply needs a bit of interruption.]

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[Ezio is similar to Malik in the sense of exploring, though he's no cartographer and would rather be scaling walls and rooftops instead. So, that's what he's doing currently. This place is absolutely massive, and by the look of things, very easy to get lost in.

Seeing another exploring causes him to pause, and while he usually won't say much from a rooftop, it's Malik, so he knows he should pester him.]

Isn't that a bit tiring, amico?

[Not said annoyingly, just out of curiosity. 8)]

[Exploring is in their blood and while he is not scaling the walls of the place, there was time for that later as it always seemed to be something he could practice, always something he could find strength in because with one arm it was something that needed perfection. Everything had an increased difficulty to it when it came down to missing a limb but practice made perfect, now was just not the place and time to do so. He was busy mapping out other things. So when the others voice sounds, he does not look up and simply takes three more large paces to the edge of a corner before turning around and looking up, as if this is natural to be greeted as such.]

No. [Came the utterance as he leveled his brow slightly, watching the other and noting the tone in his voice.] It's necessary.

[Cordelia was exploring as well, although her method of mapping was much, much more crude. She was still using a handkerchief and liquid of a certain plant she had grown earlier, since she hadn't found any parchment, so her little piece of fabric was quickly getting crowded.

When she spotted the severe-looking man, she stopped in her tracks for a moment, before shaking her head. There probably was no harm in at least talking to him.
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Greetings.

[She tried to handle this more like a courtly meeting, to reassure herself. Her voice thus was rather steady (although she still wasn't an imposing figure, of course), even though she probably ended up sounding rather stilted]

I couldn't help but spot what you seem to be working on, could I perchance inquire where you found the parchment? I wasn't able to acquire any on my own.

[Arriving with things proved him luck and maintaining the satchel that he had been baring from the world he had been taken from made things a little easier because he too had found nothing that could have proved any usefulness to him. In that case he had to be exceedingly cautious what he wrote down with what little ink he had left and little parchment that remained, until he could find a replacement. Serious in his intent to complete this task the best he could, the voice drew him from a singular line and his gaze looked upwards towards the other--noting her odd appearance before righting his posture slowly.]

Good day. [He replied to her own tone, appreciating the formality of it because it was more of what he was used too. At the question though he exhaled quietly and gaze a discreet shake of his head.]

Unfortunately no. I'm afraid that what I have here is what I had on my person when I arrived to this place. In my searchings I have not found anything to replace it as of yet.

Oh...I see. That is a shame indeed. I apologize to have bothered you about it, I merely...

[She sighed, then shook her head.]

Where are my manners. My name is Cordelia, yet another...captive of this most inhospitable place. I take it that you haven't been around here for long either, then?

[At least his behavior suggested so to her, but of course she couldn't be sure. ]

[ Iceland preferred to slink off and explore by himself too, however, he was driven more by curiosity than anything else. Maybe he had a bit of Viking sense in him still, but that's a tangent. Still, he liked to explore, but not for any solid purpose, such as map making.

He could pay close attention to his surrounds if he were standing still, but as he isn't, instead passing through rooms quickly to see if there's anything of interest to discover-- he thought he heard a noise, which distracts him from the man currently working in the room Iceland just entered. Which leads him to bumping into aforementioned man quite accidentally.

Thinking it's a wall or somthing unpleasant (a monster, peharps), Iceland scuffles back as quickly as his feet will let him and then he sees-- oh, it's just a person. No problem there... ]

Um, sorry about that.

[It had been quiet before the other had arrived and in all honesty, for as well trained as he was his gaze was too focused on the task at hand which was carefully sketching a line lightly on a sheet of parchment he had placed down on the nearest surface. So when the smaller bumped into him and he heard the noise of scuffling backwards he tensed and immediately turned to look at who had interrupted him, hand on his hip where the hilt of a blade would lie. Still--his gaze comes to meet the others and he's, well he's just a child isn't he?

Exhaling slowly he straightens his stance once more and while he looks mildly annoyed at the presence of the other he keeps in mind that they are all in the same situation, all dealing with the same problem.] No need.

Simply watch your stride next time.

Right, okay... [ The way the man looked at him made Iceland think that maybe he should get out of dodge-- clearly he was interrupting something. And while normally, he would do that without another word, his curiosity outweighed any manners or maturity he claimed to have (he is totally an adult, alright, or at least that's what he wants everyone to believe).

He's not stupid, so upon spotting the parchment, Iceland was able to figure out quickly enough what Malik was up to. Maybe he was some sort of explorer... that's pretty exciting! ~~Iceland really is a child~~. Anyway, it didn't hurt to ask a simple question, then maybe Iceland could be on his way. Yes. Possibly. ]

Are you making a map?

[Malik is concentrating hard, so it's with the powers that Kadar was bestowed with when he was born as a little brother that he winds up in the same place-- primed to interrupt. Which he days, dropping down onto the top of staircase from where he was climbing to investigate a small crevice in the wall. Just dilapidation, nothing he can fit through.]

Brother!

[Anyone with siblings knew the risk of having them. When things seemed to be going perfectly well, when things seemed to be safe in thought and solid in body they always found ways of interrupting the situation in full force. So all of this, it is almost expected--something he can nearly predict. The other drops down and he pauses in his steps--twenty seven, he utters over and over again in his head as he simply just stares at the younger before allowing a sigh to escape his lips, eyes narrowing somewhat.] Brother.

[Came the reply with a small lingering of annoyance and that delightful cynicism he was so fond of.] How kind of you to grace me with your presence.

[Kadar knows Malik too well to buy into the exasperation-- even if it is genuine. As waspish and sarcastic as he could be, he'd never been the type to tell Kadar to go away (well, not without just cause) and so Kadar was used to trailing after him. It wasn't as though Kadar ever bore the brunt of Malik's insults, anyway.]

I'm glad to see you. Are you working on your maps?

[Interruption, you say? Desmond can provide that. He can provide that in spades. He hadn't gone out to specifically find Malik, but he slows to a stop when he spots the man, studying him a moment. And then:] I was wondering how long it would take.

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