Altaïr approached the informant in an alley.
- Informant: Did they let you into the city, or did you fight your way in? Ohh... Perhaps I should be more respectful, as I myself now require your help. I spent too much time in the harbor brothel last night, and insulted a Teutonic Knight's wife, or so I am told. Now there's a group of them after me. Could you give me a hand, or a blade? If you return before I leave the city, I will give you the benefit of my wisdom.
Altaïr assassinated all the targets, and returned to the informant.
- Informant: You are a lucky man, you are alive and I am still in Acre. Here is what I have to tell you - the only thing more dangerous than a drunken sailor is one who is also angry. I know it does not seem like much, but with your wisdom I am sure it will help.
Altaïr learned that many drunk sailors populated the docks.