TESTPOST for cwp.

[singlehandedly]

[Most days were so sunny and hot here, it was hard not to mistake it for home half the time. But then he remembered. Recalled this wasn't Syria, there was no Masyaf here. No business of the Order that needed his attention in some way or another. He stepped outside, and he could understand the people, even the stranger creatures of the Country, despite knowing none of them spoke Arabic. And he left his house, hoping and nearly praying not to meet Altair today, trying not to think of the man and how much difference a few months worth of time could make.

Upon his arrival, he'd spent so much time in the library, he finally caved and started to work there, too. A good excuse to stay in the cool and the shade, studying and learning more by the day. When there were no books or scrolls to be put away, he sat behind his desk reading, easy enough to approach for anyone who needed to find something specific.
People stared less here, seeing his pinned up left sleeve that spoke clearly enough of the lack of his arm. But even when they did, he didn't much care.]