Half-way down the tower, Renaldo realized he was being a complete idiot. It was close to midnight, if not past that time already. Yes, some doctors worked in the evening to treat those who were injured at night, but the doctor that he had noticed Nicolina visiting earlier today would surely have closed shop for the night. This sudden thought was followed by frustration and a sudden restlessness to do something. His mind briefly touched on sleep, but the notion was tossed aside.<br/><br/>Renaldo couldn't possibly sleep at a time like this. He needed to do something. Wandering outside of the tower anyway, he made his way down a few streets. His body moved swiftly, and almost silently, just his footsteps echoed quietly against the cobble-stoned streets. The moonlight gave him a shadow when not hidden behind a cloud, that stretched out before him as he passed down another street. He stopped then, turning towards a building and pulling himself up a ladder to gain access to the roof.<br/><br/>From this point, Renaldo realized suddenly, he could see the district below him which the doctors place of business rested. Glancing around curiously to see that the archers wouldn't make their rounds too close, Renaldo decided to sit and wait for sunrise. As soon as the doctor opened his facilities for business in the morning, he would have questions to answer.<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/>Nicolina hardly slept after her nightmare awoke her. She found herself just lying in her bed, with her eyes closed but her mind racing. At the very prospect of sleeping, her heart would start racing from fear of the dreams returning with a vengeance. She would open her eyes then, stare up at the ceiling, breathing deeply until the fear subsided, then she would attempt to close her eyes and sleep again.<br/><br/>Then the cuts and scraps as well as the minor burns she had gained from the night started to irritate her. She just couldn't find a position to lay in which was comfortable. On her side she place too much pressure on her injured shoulder. On her back, the burns itched. On her other side she was comfortable only for a few moments before she found herself resting on her stomach. Even that, which usually was comfortable, gave her little sleep now.<br/><br/>As soon as the night started to brighten, just those beginning shades before the sun fully rises, Nicolina was pulling herself up and out of bed. She disguarded the clothes she was wearing from the other night, as they were scorched from the fire, and blood-stained from the fight. Finding her bag which she had managed to repossess before buying the room, she pulled out another small dress.<br/><br/>It covered her enough that most people would look at her once, but hardly a second time. The dress was black almost entirely, except for white lining along the front corset where it laced up in dark purple string. She pulled it at tight as she possibly could on her own before dawning her boots which traveled up to her knees, and tucked away her hidden blades and finally clipping her knife belt about her waist.<br/>She smiled at her clever contraption. At first glace, it just seemed like a belt. The daggers were slanted in their holsters as to not draw attention and they were easily concealed as she pulled her loose dark cloak over her shoulders, gingerly easing her arms into the sleeves.<br/><br/>Now, she had work to do. No doubt her current target was laying in hiding; probably recovering from the rough night he'd had. So she wasn't about to go hunting for him. She was sure that her mentor would be pleased if she took out a few other troublesome Assassins while she was here. That thought put a small smirk on her face as she pinned up her hair and exited the room.