Loose groups, guilds and such with leaders, or perhaps affluent business owners and merchants... everything a city could offer. But no king, not even a steward or mayor...? Where one can grab it, people will always seek power and control. This is what he has seen in his world, a conflict as old as mankind. Altaïr will have to see more of this world for himself, so he pivots his thinking conditionally.

"The Watch Tower is one of the Lamp Locations," he remembers out loud. Privately, he intends to visit every Lamp Location as soon as possible so that he may travel instantly between them. This mobility will be a boon.

"Hopefully I will not have to climb that one as well." He will. He's dissembling, and he is so habitually serious it's hard to tell if he's being dry or not. He looks to his next foothold, plotting his route up.