Alexandra rowed slowly down the river, a trance washing over her. Her movements meeting a rhythmic pace joining with the song from the water below.  Softly she hummed, as her eyes scanned around her as she looked for suspicious activity. She often came upon Templars, but they were only making their rounds like her. Nothing out of the ordinary really. But with every glance she made at them, her eyes always darted back down. Her gut wrenching hate for these men always made her stomach churn in acidic knots. It took everything in her power to not jump from the gondola to attack them. Her grip tightening on the oar each time she spotted one. Only humming to keep her self composed.<br/><br/>After an hour of making her trip down the waterways of Venice, she left her gondola at a small dock, where a few men had taken up space to fish. After securing the boat, she walked past them; ignoring the fact two had turned to face her. She paid no ill will to the stares of some people, it didnâ€™t bother her, in fact it was something she became somewhat used to. Years of wearing semi-revealing clothes would do that to you.<br/><br/>Itâ€™s not like she wore these clothes to receive attention from strange men. Having a suitor was the last thing on her mind. She only dressed this way for one purpose, and that was to distract Templars, like the courtesans were able to do so effortlessly. It had helped many times in the past, and she knew it would in the future too. She found men easy to trick, especially Templars. They always became easier to kill after she lulled them into her trap.<br/><br/>Walking through a crowd of people the stares become less frequent, even subtle in nature. She followed the crowd soon entering a busy market street. She stopped briefly, a man shuffling into her. As she muttered an apology he carried on his way, glancing back at her for just a second. The stalls around her were filled with lavish goods. Imported rugs, fresh food, jewelry, pottery; just the basic works of a rich manâ€™s wonderland. This place reminded her of the markets back in Florence.<br/><br/>Though they were never as extravagant as the ones in Venice, Florence had a few rich sections where markets often made home. This where Alexandra worked best. Stealing a few coins here in there often went unnoticed, for the wealthy always had their pockets filled. This was her chosen grounds, but it was also claimed by a dozen other thieves as well. Fighting for her right became a grueling task. Daily quarrels with victims or thieves were not uncommon here either. But she earned her right to be there in time.<br/><br/>Sighing she let the memory go as she felt the clutch of loneliness claw at her skin. She wanted to escape this place quickly. For she feared the loneliness would turn to sadness. In the distance she noticed a tower, and made that her target. Weaving in and out of people she soon made it. Her hand grazed over the side of it, as she looked up to it. Seeing nothing but the freedom just yards away. She could almost feel it now standing there. Looking around she wondered if anyone was really watching her. She didnâ€™t want unnecessary attention from civilians, or Templars for that matter. Seeing the coast was clear she reached her arm up and grasped her hand on a ledge of a window, beginning her accent into a different state of mind.