He responded to Shaun's inquiries like he did to Assassin informants who pried too much: with silence.
Unlike the distant barn, which stayed frustratingly right where it was, the ornate, wooden door to the Workshop drew closer and closer. It stood with no apparent building or wall to be an entrance to, though Altaïr approached it as he would any other door. Someone with an eye for historical architecture might recognize the stylizations of the Renaissance. Altaïr opened it with ease; the door was not locked.
The large, open room was lit very differently than the "light" of Liminal Space, suggesting that the Tuscan rays filtering in through the windows were fake. Immediately, bookshelves greeted them, though this was more an area for projects than the library he'd mentioned, as suggested by the tables and chairs. Art was attached all over one wall, a variety made by Travelers, including some sketches in a very familiar drawing style, very lifelike and filled with curved lines that explored anatomy and gesture with a careful but enthusiastic brilliance.
He turned and entered the library, a tower with a ramp spiraling upwards. He stopped and cast a long, intent look around, though he did not seem to be searching for a book. The books were sorted by general subject, then by era, Classical Antiquity to modern times. The first level was dedicated to general humanities and a small children's section.
im just making up how the door is positioned since i dont actually know how this setting works
Unlike the distant barn, which stayed frustratingly right where it was, the ornate, wooden door to the Workshop drew closer and closer. It stood with no apparent building or wall to be an entrance to, though Altaïr approached it as he would any other door. Someone with an eye for historical architecture might recognize the stylizations of the Renaissance. Altaïr opened it with ease; the door was not locked.
The large, open room was lit very differently than the "light" of Liminal Space, suggesting that the Tuscan rays filtering in through the windows were fake. Immediately, bookshelves greeted them, though this was more an area for projects than the library he'd mentioned, as suggested by the tables and chairs. Art was attached all over one wall, a variety made by Travelers, including some sketches in a very familiar drawing style, very lifelike and filled with curved lines that explored anatomy and gesture with a careful but enthusiastic brilliance.
He turned and entered the library, a tower with a ramp spiraling upwards. He stopped and cast a long, intent look around, though he did not seem to be searching for a book. The books were sorted by general subject, then by era, Classical Antiquity to modern times. The first level was dedicated to general humanities and a small children's section.