For example, these NPCs are having a picnic!
So are these.
These NPCs have found love.
This NPC does not approve of my corpse disposal locations.
This NPC adores his lantern.
Either these NPCs have found love, or the one in the pink dress has found a hairdresser. I'm not sure which.
These NPCs do not know what to make of Ezio's attempts at blending in with them.
These NPCs are just hanging out on a flight of stairs, enjoying the view. The view of what, you may ask?
The view of this. Yeah, I had to stop and enjoy it for a little while too.
These NPCs cannot seem to agree on the nuances of fence repair.
These NPCs don't know when to quit. They are the Assassin's Creed equivalent of the Adoring Fan, and I hate them with the fiery passion of a thousand exploding suns.
To round it off, they occasionally travel in packs. ARGH!
These NPCs are drunk!
These NPCs were attempting to have a romantic, starlit evening out in the country, looking at the sky and whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears, but I think that Ezio's creeping may have ruined it.
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