Prince and Assassin 3Chapter 3More Like This
They were on top of a wall surrounding a once-rich house: the colourful paint on the walls had been leached out by blood and dirt. The wall was surprisingly whole, somehow escaping the destruction the rest of the city went through. Altair leaned on the parapet, looking out over the city. He could not see the harbour from here. Instead he saw the mountains. They stretched in a line across the horizon, separating the city and its lands from the rest of the country. A wall of safety. A wall that was supposed to be impregnable.
Altair turned away, turning his back on the Tower that caught the last rays of the sun. He sat down beside the Prince and, unstoppering his waterskin, drank and offered it to him. The Prince drank thirstily. Altair surmised hed not had much luck with water either. If the general knew about his dead creatures Altair had no doubt that since magic was involved then by some means he did know water and supplies would be harder to come by. He