"Fuck the Chantry," Altair said, with enough bitterness in his voice that suggested that there were a lot more words he'd like to say, "And fuck the Templars. Anyone with a working moral compass can tell that this is wrong."

That was what Altair wanted to believe, anyway.

"And I'm fine. I struggle a little around higher temperatures, but it's nothing I can't endure for a short while."

Which Anders had perhaps noticed already, given that Altair tended to stay a bit further away from the fire whenever they set up camp.

"What sort of friend would I be if I left you to do this all alone just over a bit of discomfort?"