Assassin would not be a term that he would know. Not in regards to the name of what they did. They were the Hidden Ones. The word was not the same but the purpose was. The Hidden Ones -- the Creed -- was still in its infancy. One that he and Amunet built together to make their Order last as long as the Ancient Ones. One that would stand the test of time. It would do well to see that one, even a world such as this, had found a home in their Creed.

"Ah, please." He nodded to the seat. "You may sit where you wish."