James was unfortunately late due to problems he would rather not discus. He had just entered the kitchen in search for something to eat, but remembered that there was a meeting at that moment. He was torn, would he skip it and enjoy a meal, or would he go and miss a very enjoyable meal. Unfortunately, James had made an oath to the Assassins, and not only that, he owed them his life. Without them, he would still be a slave working for his white master in the unforgiving south, but the Assassins freed him, and this was his opportunity to repay his dept to them. Again unfortunately, James was still getting used to the life of a free man, and all the scars on his back and memories of the past were not helping him I'm the smallest of ways. 

James walked into the main room of the house, which was already filled up with his fellow Assassins, although he was the only African American in the room, he still felt as if he belonged. " I'm sorry Thomas...everyone, food unfortunately got in my way of being here on time." he said gruffly with a slight southern accent in his voice.