[Madness. This is madness. That, or some infection set in the wound the Assassin left her, and this is a hallucination borne of illness...or worse. But she is not about to let the prospect of death set her back.
So a woman dressed very unsuitably for the climate—good lord, is that chain mail?—is stomping around looking very cross. This is not her beautiful house; this is not her beautiful Crusades. Finally, when she's had absolutely enough of seeing nothing familiar, this well-bred noble Englishwoman from the middle ages lets her feelings show regardless of who's nearby to hear.]
Maria Thorpe | Assassin's Creed
So a woman dressed very unsuitably for the climate—good lord, is that chain mail?—is stomping around looking very cross. This is not her beautiful house; this is not her beautiful Crusades. Finally, when she's had absolutely enough of seeing nothing familiar, this well-bred noble Englishwoman from the middle ages lets her feelings show regardless of who's nearby to hear.]
This is a bunch of horseshite.