[Malik drops down behind him in to the 'bureau', ready to say something but concern over Cal's apparent pain takes precidence. He reaches, gently putting his hand on his fellow Assassin's shoulder.]
Are you well, Brother?
[ He knows that suddenly finding oneself in what looks to be the narrow garden of a 12th century mapmaker's studio-come-archivist's office might be a little disorienting. It isn't the Workshop proper, only Malik's personal created rooms that mostly serve as an office.]
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[Malik drops down behind him in to the 'bureau', ready to say something but concern over Cal's apparent pain takes precidence. He reaches, gently putting his hand on his fellow Assassin's shoulder.]
Are you well, Brother?
[ He knows that suddenly finding oneself in what looks to be the narrow garden of a 12th century mapmaker's studio-come-archivist's office might be a little disorienting. It isn't the Workshop proper, only Malik's personal created rooms that mostly serve as an office.]