"Well then, as they say in France, mon apprenti, nous partons!" Alastair declared, a faint smirk visible in the growing moonlight. He was proud to see his apprentice showed little hesitation, operating during the dark hours were tricky at best, one could easily miss something and fall or incorrectly judge a jump. He'd make sure not to put anything difficult on Ave's plate tonight, a simple waltz through the city would do.
"Be sure to keep close to me, and should you lose sight simply whistle and I shall appear." Winking playfully he meandered over to the ledge of the roof, waving back to his apprentice before simply falling forward, a feat he was quite comfortable with. Knowing the area helped as well, a few feet into his drop he grabbed hold of a banner, chuckling as he swung down and landed on the stone roads near noiselessly. It wasn't much of a drop, easily done perhaps even without the catch, if one knew how to land properly.
While he waited for Ave to join him he allowed his eyes to wander, taking in the scene around him with intense focus. While he tended to act relaxed and uninterested quite often in truth he was very diligent, especially at night. One could get too bold, thinking that no one could see them in the darkness. Plenty of torches and lights illuminated the roads, making it easy to be spotted moving through the shadows. He'd show her how best to avoid them, sometimes going through a light was unavoidable. He would make certain nothing went wrong on his apprentice's first night out, otherwise it'd be an ugly first lesson. Notably, before making his leap he'd noticed Ave's attire, she didn't quite seem dressed for combat. If a fight broke out he'd likely be the sole combatant on their end. He wouldn't admit it to her, but Alastair doubted his apprentice's combat prowess. Perhaps some weapons training in the morning would dismiss any concerns.
His attention was diverted as he listened in on the chatter of lingering townsfolk, many of whom were complaining about recent conditions. That was something that was plentiful, no one seemed pleased with the current affairs of things. Well, except Templars perhaps, the way things were working out certainly went with their agenda. It made him sick, thinking they'd willingly cause this sort of chaos to see their goals fulfilled, innocents had no part in this war of theirs. An interesting bit of conversation had caught his attention though, according to one bystander. A few groups of guards had seemed to be going from home to home take supplies, claiming that it was for the war effort. Sounded like taking advantage of already beaten civilians.
Those blokes may just get a visit from the Assassin's tonight...