(This is the meeting place for those who are new to the site, chat with some of your fellow newbies and such until Sire arrives.)

William walked into the Lantern and was a bit shocked. There were so many assassins! He walked up to one and put his hand on his shoulder. The assassin turned around and Will asked, "Hey, isn't Sire supposed to be here?" The assassin shrugged. This could be a while, he thought to himself, Best go sit down. He pulled up a seat and waited.

Shahin stopped before the door to the Golden Lanturn to bend down and rub his right calf. He winced a bit as the taunt muscle began to ache under his fingers. Damn that Sire… he cursed the man who had punished him to run laps around the whole village ten times. (Even though all of the running had forced his cold to go away). Hold your tongue, it was your own fault that you’re punished. You can’t even handle a simple assassination! That’s not what I’m mad about! He sighed exhaustedly, leaning his forehead on the wooden door to the Inn. Not a very smart thing to do, but he didn’t care at the moment. Arguing with himself would only rile up his emotions, and right now he was too exhausted to be in a state of disarray.

The real reason Shahin was under the weather was the banishment that Sire had placed upon Fahim. Ever since the command was uttered, Fahim was forbidden to interact with any one from the Brotherhood. Ever since he left, Shahin felt disconnected to the other assassins. He left Sire’s office without a word, only nodding silently when Sire had ushered Shahin’s own punishment. Without Fahim by his side, he had retreated back into his distant and cold personality. He no longer felt the desire to do trivial things. It was if his soul had disappeared, he was alone in the monastery now.

Before, Shahin had returned to Eagle Feather’s dorm to remove his weapons when he spotted Fahim’s own swords and knives lying proudly atop the other’s bed. It was a sad sight. Even though Fahim was only banished for a week, he had thought of what Sire was going through. After all, the assassin who had given his life to help them escape Notre dame was here at the monastery longer than Shahin. He probably had friends. He tried not to think about if they were grieving or not. An assassin should not, they cannot let emotions get in the way, like Sire had explained back in his office.

The tattooed assassin closed his eyes and let out another sigh. This time it was one of frustration. Stupid, stupid, stupid… Even though Sire had let Shahin go to the Golden Lantern to meet new initiates like himself, he still had hard labor to do as an extended part of his punishment. Dear God…I’d rather run around the village one hundred times before… Shahin rubbed his head against the door miserably. Paperwork…. He cursed himself and Sire to the depths of hell. Shahin wasn’t one for writing or even using a pen in general. But of course, Sire probably found out about his hatred towards literature and would now force him to work in his office till the sun rises. Maybe being banished would have been a better option… Shahin’s mind quickly conjured up images of Fahim frolicking through the village without a care in the world, flirting with girls, hanging out with the villagers, flirting with the girls… Shahin doubted his friend would try and meet with Bella-girl though. Quite sad really…she’s a nice girl…It was harsh how Sire called him out like that. Fahim is the one person who would probably be able to control himself best in front of women. Shahin quickly dismissed this thought however, when he suddenly remembered how nervous Fahim got around strangers. Ah, it’s a lost cause… He decided. Time to see my new brothers…

Pushing himself off the front door the inn, he straightened his posture. Perhaps…I shall try to be nice this time… He inwardly winced as he tried to picture himself being ‘nice’ to people he’s never met before. Reluctantly, he raised his arm and slowly pushed though the heavy wooden door.

Inside the Inn was defiantly more extravagant than the bar, but not overly flamboyant. Shahin looked around cautiously before making his way to the receptionist girl sitting at a desk on the opposite side of the room. A few words (and downward glances, courtesy of Shahin) were exchanged with the girl before he was directed to a nearby room that Sire had prepared for the initiates. He stepped into the room with confidence and quickly scanned the occupants. Hmmm… No one so far had caught his eye… His yellow eyes suddenly fell upon an assassin sitting at a table. He didn’t seem to be comfortable really, probably just nervous. What really caught his attention was the other assassin’s eyes. They were a shade of blue that Shahin hadn’t seen anywhere else. How very interesting… As Shahin neared the initiate, he noticed that the other’s dark hair really made his blue eyes more noticeable.

Shahin nimbly pulled out one of the empty chairs next the other man and sat down, he stared intently at the other so he was sure that he had his attention.

“So…What group did Sire place you in?” He asked, his voice seemed a little more flat and demanded than he had tried to make it sound. He inwardly slapped himself. So much for trying to come off as nice...

As he heard the Egyptian pull up a seat, Shilo quickly snapped out of his own thoughts. "Oh, uh,” The Scot began to recall initiation from not far before, “White Rose.” he didn't know whether to be proud or embarrassed at this. “And I’m Shilo. Or William. I’m not too sure if I’m supposed to go by my name or assassin name around the others.” He smiled timidly.

One of the first things that caught Shilo’s attention were the golden eyes, a trait he’s never heard of, let alone seen before, followed by was the tattoo under the man’s right eye. Nearly asking what the tattoo is supposed to mean, he realized he knew nothing of the Egyptian other than his appearance and that he is a brother, “So, how about you?”

As the Shilo, or William, person began talking, it amused Shahin to learn that he had a slight Scottish accent. Heh, everyone in the Brotherhood all seem to have come from all over. He thought, thinking of his own ethnic background.

He said he was placed in White Rose, so far, Shahin didn’t have much an opinion on that certain group. The only person he knew outside of a group of Eagle Feather was Trav, who belonged to Wolf’s Bane.

His expression remained unchanged as the White Rose initiate spoke. When he was done talking, he realized that the other had asked him a question. He was a little surprised that someone had taken interest in him. Maybe I’ve been hanging out with just Fahim too much. I’ve lost social skills… He scolded himself mentally.

When Shahin spoke he made sure to keep his voice firm, and sort of boring. “You only use your Assassin name while on missions.” He eyed the blue-eyed man skeptically. “Which of your two is your real one?” He asked, and then he remembered Shilo’s other question, he leaned back in his chair. “Um, by the way, I am a member of Eagle Feather.”

The thin assassin took a sit away from the larger groups of assassin at his own table.He tossed his dagger up and down,always catching it by the handle. How boring He thought to himself,looking around the Inn and at the other assassin.Most were deep in conversation with each other,some were by themselves like him. "There's too many people here.." He muttered under his breath,and stared up at the ceiling.

Caine proceeded into the Golden Lantern and was surprised to see that there were so many new initiates besides himself. The room was full of people, but it seemed that Sire was nowhere to be found. “I guess I’ll hang around till Sire arrives” Caine sighed to himself (sits down). Being a new and all, Caine was unfamiliar with the local area and the Brotherhood Grounds. Having only met Sire, Caine didn’t know what to expect. *frowns* With nothing to do and nowhere to go, Caine continued to fiddle with and sharpen his blades while contemplating on what Sire had in store for him and the other new initiates.

Sire walked inside, and sighed as he looked around at the half empty room. I guess some of the others have not finished settling in yet... Sire thought wryly to himself as he examined the room. He was pretty sure that he had meet at least all of the ones who where there, and Shahin, of course, was probably the only one who had a deep hatred towards him since he banished his best friend.

Yet the thing that bothered Sire the most, is that he had gone out of his way, dug into his personal pocket to buy a room for this place (Actually he had to use a few threats and scare tactics to get the room on such short notice.) he did this because he knew from observing people coming and going in the brotherhood throughout his life that when entering things can be a little…awkward. What pissed him off was how everyone was practically sitting at a different table on the opposite ends of the room.

“Really, you people make me regret my oath more and more every day,” Sire sighed as he strode into the room, a chilling aura surrounded him as he went and took a seat in the biggest chair that was in the room. He casually sat down and crossed his legs, leaning his head on his hand, brushing his hair out of his face. “Now isn’t this just exciting,” There was sarcasm dripping out of every word. “Lesson One: Communication.”

Sire stood up and drew out the hidden blade his father had given him, his most hated and precious possession. “Now, tell me, if I have a bunch of Assassin’s who feel awkward talking to one another, how am I supposed to trust you to gather me informats?” He was met with silence. Sire sighed and plopped back in the chair, this time kicking his feet onto the table Caine was sitting at.

Aaron Stared at Sire,feeling his presence almost immediately as the room hushed down to silence.His dagger was held in his right hand,the light in the room made it gleam slightly,and He pushed it into it's scabbard.

You can certainly tell his rank just by looking at him Aaron thought,and a chilling smile spread across his face This should be interesting

Caine merely stared at Sire for a couple seconds. He then stood up, walked around, and dragged Aaron, Shahin, and Shilo back to the table where Eliz and Sire sat. With everyone at the same table Caine introduced himself. “Hi my name is Caine Liandri. I belong to the group Eagles Feather and I came to the Brotherhood to train, learn, and improve my skills of Assassination. I like stealth missions and look forward to working with you in the future." Caine then sat down, looked around at them and returned to the subject at hand. "Now that I have introduced myself, it is only common courtesy to introduce yourselves as well."

"Great" Aaron grumbled as he was forced at the same table with Sire. He sighed and looked at the other assassins at the table
"I am Aaron Adair,part of Angels Dust.I specialize with Daggers and the Crossbow.I joined the Brotherhood and age 12 and I'm a natural at Climbing and Free-Running. I have no other skills to speak of unless you count seeing the future in your dreams a skill. "
And I don't like human interactions He added in his thoughts,then started to toss his dagger up and down again.

Quickly running up to the Golden Lantern, Trav opened the door and walked into the room Sire had reserved for the new initiates to meet. And seeing as there was one table that had basically everyone in the room at it, he went over and sat at another one that was closest to the that one and silently watched as each of the members were introducing themselves one at a time.