Saif: Ah poetry, who doesn't love it? Here's some by the awesome Assassin Idris-
People think I can't write a love poem.
But of course I can, I'm writing a poem.
On this paper here is a poem.
And I, Idris wrote a poem--

Idris: *spits his tea* I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!

Saif: *runs*

(yes, he rhymed poem with poem four times... Idris isn't a man of words...)

Idris drinks tea, it lowers his stress level... sort of...

At the time when Saif was little, he wanted to join the Assassins (because it was far more interesting than his father's basket weaving shop), but Idris was a guard or something at the time and repeatedly kicked Saif out, so Saif took to screwing with him to prove he had sneaky Assassin skills. Eventually, Saif got in, but he still screws with Idris a lot...