Haytham and the Templars had been keeping tabs on a young woman for quite a while now, intrigued by her scientific research. She had been taught by her father, who is one of the only reasons she, as a woman, is allowed to contribute to anything but waiting tables.

They tracked her to a small home west of Waymonth, where Haytham slipped into the homey cabin and into her room. The faint scent of chemicals and ink hung in the air, mingling with the woodsmoke from the hearth. He took in her disheveled, sleeping figure illuminated by moonlight streaming through the window, papers scattered across her desk beside strange mechanical devices. He couldn't let a woman like this go to waste, oh no, she's too valuable. Her studies could help build new weaponry and design new ways to achieve victory in combat. So as he approached and she began to stir, he placed a firm hand over her mouth and mumbled lowly, "I suggest you remain silent. This will be easier for the both of us if you don't fuss."