[look at this beautiful day! birds are singing, flowers are blooming, children are playing, and a one armed man in a blue coat is standing in the middle of a park.
...hold on, what?
yes, that is a strangely-dressed man standing in the middle of the park looking exceedingly disturbed as the last few children dart over to their parents, safely away from the man and towards the ice cream truck that's trundling down the nearby road.
Malik looks Displeased. He's perfected the expression after years of finding good use for it, and he's got it down excellently right now, save for the brow arch of pure, unadulterated bafflement.
He frowns at the grass. The trees. The... what are those boards on chains on metal poles? Is this some sort of strange... torture device? Imprisonment? The bars on that other wooden structure are laid out in the wrong manner for any sort of successful method Malik can think of.
... and what is that large moving colorful thing of metal that appears to be playing off-key music notes?
Malik shifts slightly. He's wary, but there don't seem to be any guards, Templars, beggar women, or lepers around to be wary of. That doesn't stop him (a healthy dose of paranoia is, after all, healthy), and he's ready should someone come flying out of the... bushes.
... The bushes.
The lack of sand in this area is, frankly, disquieting.]
