Assim had no equipment to claim aside from his fletchette. This dart could be used in multiple different ways. It could be used to kill, it could be used to disarm, its tip could be dipped in poison for a slower, less brutal death. He walked to take the weapon, placing it in a holster tied around his left calf, before turning and walking back towards the cluster of Assassins. He knew not any of them, and trusted none of them. But they were his brothers and sisters now, fellow Assassins, and the trust was sure to come. Turning his head, Assim noticed Dakarai, who stopped glaring at Abasi and turned his stare to Assim. Not wavering, Assim returned the hostile glower, holding it there for what seemed to be an eternity.