Nicolina was tense during the silence after she spoke. When he opened the door, she nearly jumped in surprise, but smiled tiredly as he welcomed her inside. She sat down silently and removed her hand, which was now covered in blood, from her shoulder. Glancing down at the wound, Nicolina couldn't help but chuckle.<br/>"Damn Assassins." Nicolina muttered. "They always think they have the advantage." She said, shaking her head and looking away as the Doctor set to work.<br/><br/>She wasn't a stranger to medical proccedures. Through her training alone, Nicolina had been visited by a local docotor more times than she would wish to count. She had learned to never question a doctor, or prevent them from treating a wound. Usually, the results were counter-productive. So, Nicolina sat still, and hardly protested as the man cut away her dress and pulled her arm from her sleeve.<br/>As the man mentioned her mission, Nicolina's face grew hard.<br/><br/>"No..it didn't go as planned." Nicolina said, her voice taunt. She was thankful that he did not question her further, and simply set back to work. She would have to rethink her entire course of action now. The assassin had seen her face, her weapons, her attacks; though how much he would remember due to her posion, she wasn't sure. Still, it was safer to assume the targert had a great memory, and be prepared, than think less and fail.<br/><br/>"Your remedy was quite effective doctor." Nicolina said, somewhat suddenly. Her mind was thinking of a thousand things at once, as always. As the doctor finished, Nicolina glanced down at her arm with a sigh. At least the bandages sheilded the wound. Two seconds too late, and that blade would have been in her neck rather than her shoulder.<br/>Slipping her arm back into her sleeve, Nicolina winced as she straightened out her dress. Now she needed to get her horse and find an inn that would take her for the night.<br/><br/>Hearing the doctor, Nicolina smirked. Though part of her felt a bit guilty for the doctor's exhaustion; his stall was one of the closet to the brothel that had lit on fire. Even though Nicolina had no part in that manner, still she had been there.<br/>"Well, you're the first doctor I've come to almost trusting." She said. "You aren't the only one, but you're probably one of the better ones this city has seen." She added with a small nod of thanks. Holding her shoulder gently, since it was still sore, Nicolina set a few gold coins onto the man's desk before turning out of the door and leaving.<br/><br/>--------------<br/><br/>The man whom had been brought in sick, died within minutes of Renaldo diagnosing the situation. It was a horrible moment, and all was still in the tower for a while. However, there wasn't much silence until someone spoke up against the Templars, which managed to rally the other members. Renaldo remained quiet as always; he was never one to be enthusiastic about killing Templars. He had grown out of his enjoyment for killing. Now, it was a necessity. Not a pleasure.<br/><br/>Turning back to the man named Fredrick, Renaldo was about to speak, when her realized that the man was gone entirely. Blinking in confusion, Renaldo glanced around the tower just in enough time to see the man closing a door behind him. Sighing, Renaldo pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbing it gently and walking over to a chair to sit down.<br/><br/>It was then that the exhaustion and pain hit. His hand passed to his neck, hardly phased by the raised scars, and massaged the top of his shoulder. It always gave him troubles in the evenings. Flexing his fingers a few times managed to get the feeling back into his hand, and it dulled the sudden pain significantly.<br/><br/>Nicolina pushed into his mind again, as he watched a few Assassin's carry the dead man from the room. Renaldo was convinced that it was her who had killed the man, just as he was certain that she was the one after Isaiah. If she had gotten to him already, Renaldo would be surprised that he was still alive. His old mentor had always taught to kill one's target, no matter the cost; one could never predict the repercussions that would follow should one fail.<br/><br/>Standing, Renaldo took a deep breath and wandered over to the room. He knocked on the door once before opening it and walking in.<br/>"Forgive my intrusion." Renaldo said with a soft nod. "I merely wanted to pass along a warning, if Fredrick had not done so already."