While searching the city for information on Abu'l Nuqoud, Altaïr passed by a herald praising the Merchant King. He decided to interrogate the herald in hopes of gaining relevant details on the target.
Altaïr approached the herald and listened to his speech.
- Herald: There is no one more generous than Abu'l Nuqoud! Every week he opens his doors to the people of Damascus, that they may lay down their burdens, and know joy! Our days may be dark, but thanks to him, our evenings are now filled with light! The Merchant King provides for one and all! He asks for nothing in return! Let his generosity serve as an example to us all! Everyone should strive to be as he!
After the speech was finished and herald walked away, Altaïr followed him and beat him into submission.
- Herald: I'll talk, I'll talk! I've no interest in dying for him. His coin's not worth my life.
- Altaïr: A wise decision.
- Herald: What is it you want?
- Altaïr: I've business with the Merchant King.
- Herald: Hah! Good luck with that. He rarely leaves his chambers.
- Altaïr: Why? Is he afraid?
- Herald: Not fear. Hate. He hates himself, as much as he hates the people he pretends to serve. Locks himself away in his personal quarters, out of shame.
- Altaïr: He can't stay hidden forever.
- Herald: No. Those celebrations of his. He comes out to speak, to look down upon the people. A sense of belonging, I suppose. However brief.
- Altaïr: What's wrong with him that he would hide like this?
The herald chuckled under his breath.
- Herald: You'll see. Now let me go.
- Altaïr: Let you go? So you can tell him of my plan?
- Herald: I won't say a thing!
- Altaïr: No, you won't.
Altaïr then stabbed the herald in the stomach with his Hidden Blade, killing him.
Altaïr learned that the Merchant King was fond of addressing the crowd during his parties.