â€œYouâ€™re right,â€ Michella finally told Alexandra with a nod, after she collected herself, looking over her shoulder briefly. Something still felt a little off but she didnâ€™t mention anything out of fear of just being paranoid. â€œI donâ€™t mean to hold you up. The more we stand around chatting about it, nothing will get accomplished. I wish you a safe journey back.â€ She gave a small smile of reassurance; you never know when you need it especially at a time like this.<br/><br/>But in spite of the reassurance putting her at ease Michella still felt a little uncomfortable. Instead it had been Alexandraâ€™s stubbornness that had brought a smile to her face. In response to the lighter mood Bella giggled a bit and held onto her motherâ€™s arm tighter almost as if she was hiding. At least she would be able to rest easy knowing that Alexandra had everything covered. As time passed she was beginning to admire the Assassins, how quick to handle things they were no matter what was thrown at them. It paid well to be quick on your feet she knew. Growing up her mother and father had to often sink to the level of thievery to survive and keep the family alive. They had made a lot of sacrifices, her father getting captured by the guards so that she and her sister could escape.<br/><br/>That life has never been ideal for her but she knew that their lessons would come in handy one day, reminding her that life goes on. Thinking back, what Emanuel did reminded her of her parents and she briefly wondered how they were doing. She has not spoken to them in quite awhile. In fact she wasnâ€™t even sure if they were still alive, if they left the city, she has been out of touch for that long. Thinking about it made her sad but she didnâ€™t want to show it especially in front of Bella.<br/><br/>â€œOh one more thing. If you see Emanuel, if heâ€™s alright, smack him for me,â€ Michella added at the last minute, just to lighten the mood some more and help her relax.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>Emanuelâ€™s jaw tensed when the other Assassin in the room sat on the couch next to him, eyeing him warily, and he shrank back a bit. If the guy was looking to make him uncomfortable he was doing a good job of it. Since he was a guest who pretty much showed up out of nowhere, maybe an intruder, he didnâ€™t blame him but unfortunately he was not in the mood for making friends. He was about to say something in response to the Assassin when Renaldo spoke up again. Giving a nod as he watched the man head back down the stairs he sighed, he really did need to relax. He really couldnâ€™t afford to make any enemies here so he kept quiet knowing is place. With a groan he closed his eyes and leaned back against the couch again, pinching the bridge of his nose while trying once again to relax.<br/><br/>He was in a bit of a slump with all these thoughts on his mind. As best as he could, he would avoid that and try to think positive. Michella would want that.<br/><br/>But even then Emanuel still looked deep in thought, almost tuning everything around him out, which he was. Hopefully this mess would get sorted out soon so he wouldnâ€™t have to stay here long. Even if he was told it was alright, he still felt that he might overstay his welcome otherwise. There was no doubt there was a search out looking for him right now. All he had to do was wait it out, right? Then everything would be fine and he could go to Michella and his daughterâ€¦ No, the more he thought about them the more restless he became, so he pushed them out of his mind for now. There had to be a way to clean this upâ€¦ leave it to the Templars to attack the innocent in order to get people to do what they wanted. It was needless to say that Emanuel has had enough of their bullshit.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>Domenicoâ€™s morning had been far from pleasant. Apparently something happened last night and a few prisoners escaped and now the guards were on high alert looking for them. He has been asked several times if he has seen or heard anything, though his answer had always been the same. While he was a Templar through and through he was not high enough on the food chain and more often than not some information eludes him from time to time. Since this news had been so last minute he has not had much time to gather information, this morning has been rather busy. Compared to the rest of the week this morning was particularly busy. It was good for business yet at the same time it meant he would need to stock up on supplies soon. There were even a few returning customers it seems as well; one of them the woman from the other day gave him a brief report before paying for poison and going off on her way.<br/><br/>Normally Domenico would not have thought much about this, but something passing by as soon as she went on her way had caught his interest. His eyes did not lie to him; he knew the Assassinâ€™s attire from anywhere and one just so happened to be moving towards her direction. He was closing in pretty quickly from the looks of things, too. Now of course he could just pretend he did not see the man pass by and continue on with his business. However that would mean he would be letting an Assassin get away with murdering a fellow Templar, which was not something that would sit well with the Order if he could prevent a death. He was going to go after this man, perhaps end his life.  But he knew he had to be quick, there was no time to waste.  Domenico quickly told a customer he was taking a break for awhile and then slipped out onto the street after the Assassin.<br/><br/>Domenico hurried his stride, but was careful not to seem too suspicious, until he caught up with the Assassin. When he was but a few inches behind, he swiftly reached out, grabbed him, and then pulled him into the nearest alley. Grinning, he pinned the Assassin against the wall of a building and held his hidden blade under the manâ€™s jaw, â€œMy, my,â€ he said in a low voice to avoid drawing in any attention to the two, â€œout for a stroll are we?â€ It was a casual question yet malice was clearly in the tone of his voice. Perhaps this man could entertain him for awhile, give him some information that might be useful for the Templars. Or, of course, he could just kill the bastard and continue his day.