Renlado listened intensely to the words Isaiah was speaking. His sister was concerned with answers? She had a different motive than just the killing...what had the Mentor told her? As Isaiah burst into laughter, Renaldo had to compose himself rather than act on his anger. Taking a deep breath, Renaldo remained quiet as Isaiah had his moment of hysteria. Looking around the room, Renaldo rubbed his chin and paced a bit.<br/><br/>"If you're quit finished." He said sharply, cutting into Isaiah's laughter. He wasn't going to answer any of Isaiah's questions. If the boy said anything to the others, Renaldo could easily deny it. "You said the girl wanted answers..." he mused. "Was she inquiring about us? About the Assassins?" he asked, though Renaldo had a true idea of what she had actually asked about.<br/><br/>Looking thoughtful, Renaldo glanced out the window in the small room. The city was encased in darkness, but there were lights that glowed here and there. It was quite beautiful to see the lights reflecting off the rivers as well. Somewhere out there, Nicolina was resting. Part of him hoped she wasn't too injured. He had half a mind to seek her out and tell her the truth. The rational mind of his told him that course of action would end terribly. It could end them both.<br/><br/>His eyes racked across the city, finding the gates as well. He frowned a moment, his thoughts reminding him of the mission he had tasked Alexandra with. How was the mission going? Was the family out of the city and safe? Had she gained any information about the intimidating Templars? Should he have sent her with a few other Assassins?<br/><br/>Rubbing his chin, Renaldo stepped away from the window to glance back at Isaiah. He didn't want to spend anymore time discussing his sister. "I suggest you lay low for some time." was all he said before turning and leaving the room.