Throughout the rest of the day Domenico could do nothing to shake the thought of his little task out of his mind. As people came and went, while he worked with his poisons in between, he watched their faces show appreciation for his work and even give him some small tips here and there. He has poisoned so many people he has lost count, and probably has tortured more, but the truth was he has always loved children. It wasnâ€™t really in a creepy sense either; he just really loved kids though he knew he would probably never have any of his own. They had so much energy even during hard times and he admired that quite a bit since his own childhood had not been a pleasant one. It brought him great discomfort knowing he would have to poison oneâ€¦ but he also wondered if he had to use a deadly poison on her as his poisons did vary.<br/><br/>He considered himself a master in making poisons; in his mind he was the best no matter how disgustingly egotistical it was. And he decided that profession came before loyalty. Domenico pulled out a few things containing ingredients for making a light poison and got to work. This was going to be a challenge since he was use to creating poisons that were meant to kill as quickly as possible, not all of them being subtle either. He was also use to creating liquid poisons for the most part, and this one would be a sort of powder so it would be a tad easier to hide. The powders he used, for the most part, had a lighter scent to them and only those trained to detect even the slightest scent of poison could catch on to it.<br/><br/>The procedure was delicate and since he had such short time to put this poison together it was a bit hard on him. Poisons took him at least a few weeks at most to perfect once he found a recipe he was satisfied with. Making something that was not meant to kill quickly, but slowly as more was consumed over time, was a big task for him and he estimated he would have it done within the next few hours give or take. The more he worked, the more he felt he was losing a piece of himself. Then again, perhaps he was lost to begin with.<br/><br/>As for the sister and brother, the man had not returned to him with more information. Domenico assumed the task was not important at the moment so he would not strategize it in any way until more information as given. He supposed it was best to get the more difficult of the two tasks out of the way anyway â€“and knowing the Templars that was probably what they wanted to begin with. That wouldnâ€™t be all that surprising either considering they have had him doing things that involved him getting his hands dirty. He couldnâ€™t help but wonder why they were making him come out of his comfort zone a bit, forcing him to do a bit of fighting, but he was sure they had their reasons and would not question them right away. He would get answers eventually.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>He looked over the Assassins that stood before him again. They were definitely an interesting bunch that much was certain. The man kept his cool while the woman, Alexandra she had introduced herself as, had a bit of a temper though he supposed that was to be expected. She was a woman, women were difficult and somewhat shot tempered to begin with, and he had struck a nerve. That all faded, however, and he dismissed it once it was established the tension was eased.<br/><br/>In all his years in this city, especially with all the Templars lurking about, Emanuel found it difficult to trust anyone. He took a big risk coming here and asking for help and in the back of his mind he still felt uneasy even when they clearly stated they would help him out of his bind. The fact he could open up and trust the Assassins was something that he has come to appreciate since unlike the Templars they actually gave a shit about the needs of the people and didnâ€™t use power to get their way. That being said one could only imagine the amount of gratitude that showed in his eyes when they both agreed to help him. For once he felt like he could relax a little, and he couldnâ€™t help but smile. It was somewhat half-hearted, but nonetheless it was still a smile that showed he was thankful.<br/><br/>â€œI donâ€™t have much to offer in return in terms of coin,â€ Emanuel said, easing his posture somewhat, â€œbut I do know the city like the back of my hand if you ever need help in that sense. Iâ€™m not someone who asks for favors and does nothing in return.â€ He didnâ€™t have much money; the Templars controlled a majority of the city, city guard included, so they decided how much he was paid each week which was very little. The greedy bastards loved to play favorites with those in their Order. Emanuel did his job but since he has made it pretty clear to them numerous times he was not interested in their ideals they hardly paid him anything. And he couldnâ€™t do a damn thing about it, knowing that if he were to try to find other work they would just kill him.<br/><br/>Not anymore. He was sick of being their dog, having held them back for as long as he could Emanuel really wasnâ€™t sure that he had the mental strength for it anymore. The other week he was forced to break a manâ€™s arm just because he had been accused of being associated with the Assassins. In a way that was the Templarâ€™s warning to him that he or his wife and daughter could very well end up with a broken arm among other things. They knew he was very attached to his family. But Emanuel also knew that he was not completely innocent and there have been times where he had abused his authority out of bad habits. It usually occurred when he was in a bad mood, and sometimes the Templars knew just what to say to trigger one of his bad moods depending.<br/><br/>Other times he was just angry and needed to take it out on someone, even if they were innocent. His hands were just as dirty as the Templarâ€™s were. But that was all in the past now, everyone has something in their past theyâ€™re not proud of.<br/><br/>Figuring he should explain his situation a bit further since the Assassins were going to listen, he spoke again. â€œLong story short, the Templars know I could care less about their ideals and donâ€™t particularly like their way of doing things so they threaten to kill my wife and daughter some days, some days itâ€™s just shutting down her business in the market or whatever mood they are in. Normally Iâ€™d just brush their threats off as they feel idle to me most of the time, but itâ€™s gone on long enough. Theyâ€™ve started to become more violent from what I understand.â€