Hearing his name called, Domenico turned away from his table and looked over his shoulder to find a woman who was resting her chin on her hand, leaning on the table. She was fairly heavily armed and had that certain look in her eye that told him that she could very well be the woman he was supposed to speak with. â€œOne moment, miss, and I will be right with you.â€ He said to her calmly, finishing putting away the ingredients he used to make his special poison. It was rude to keep a woman waiting, so he didnâ€™t worry too much about being completely organized when he put everything away but he still made it look like he was a neat person. Always keeping a good impression especially when it came to members of the Templars; some people might say that he was trying to impress them.<br/><br/>When Domenico finished he turned to give her his full attention, peering at her with his dull, brown eyes, grinning behind his mask, leaning on the table a bit himself. Even if it was almost unbearably hot today, he stuck true to the typical attire even if he often felt like ripping his clothes off just to cool off in any way he could before he suffocated. However, the face under the doctorâ€™s mask was probably more frightening than the eyes staring out. Nobody would want to see such a hideous, scarred face anyway and quite frankly Domenico himself would much rather forget it some days.<br/><br/>â€œA remedy you say?â€ He mused, chuckling softly, â€œWell I do indeed have all sorts of remedies and such in stock, however, judging by what a little bird told me earlier, I have a feeling I know why youâ€™re here and I may have just the thing for you.â€ Turning away from her for just a moment, he reached for a small vial of poison, holding the vial out in front of her carefully. It was not the same as the one he has been working on, but it was a more complete recipe for another one of his deadly poisons he enjoys working with. Domenico didnâ€™t really like fighting, so poison was his primary weapon. He got an exciting sense of enjoyment out of poisoning people. Watching his dying victim squirm, gasping for breath, sometimes foaming at the mouth or puking up blood until they were deadâ€¦<br/><br/>Even the thought of it made him smile, like it was an addiction for him. And for some others as well, considering the demand for his poisons has been moderately high lately.<br/><br/>Domenico placed the vial down and the drummed his fingers on the table, â€œThis stuff works like a charm and is guaranteed to get rid of any pest problem you may have.â€ He spoke with pride, confident that it would work well for her. He leaned a bit closer to her suddenly, speaking in a lower voice. â€œIf you donâ€™t mind me asking, however, would you happen to know why Venice is the center battlefield all of a sudden? It seems like an odd place, if you ask me. But then again what business do I have asking you such a thing. Iâ€™m merely a doctor.â€<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>The markets were unusually busy as the day went on. That was the first thing he noticed once he came close to the area. People were coming from left and right, buying and selling, store owners had to speak over the crowds to advertise their products. Some merchants even got into arguments over who had the better products, but the feuds were quickly taken care of usually. Emanuel knew well how heated those arguments, especially during this time of year. Crowds of somewhat rowdy people and heat were not a great mix in the first place and the Templar presence in the city seemed to increase that tension. He kept an eye out for any potential argument, hoping to step in to ease it before things got out of hand as he kept an eye out for who he was looking for.<br/><br/>He hadnâ€™t really done much of anything productive today now that he thought of it. Might as well find something to do and hope that it didnâ€™t backfire. It was such a pain when things backfired.<br/><br/>There was a small crowd gathering by the Herald nearby where his wife Michella worked; the Herald seemed to be spouting some sort of negative propaganda drivel and the people were buying it, some of them. More work of the Templars, no doubt, Emanuel said to himself. It was just another annoying breeding ground for conflict, getting people riled up, telling them to rise and take a stand against the â€˜enemyâ€™. Some people really took it to heart and really got out of hand. He couldnâ€™t help but wonder how the hell Michella dealt with it all day, considering listening to that annoying voice made Emanuel want to go over and strangle the man.<br/><br/>Then again at the same time any kind of noise irritated him quite a bit in his current mood and he should take his mind off of it, he knew. Still work was work, and every now and then he would gaze over to the herald, checking just in case the crowd did become a bit too rowdy.  Oddly enough, a woman had walked up to the Herald and silenced him, but his attention was taken away from her when he heard anMichella's familiar voice call to him; it was a voice that made him relax a bit: â€œEmanuel? I thought you were supposed to be working closer to the docks today.â€<br/><br/>â€œI was, but itâ€™s beenâ€¦ well, it's been somewhat of a rough day,â€ He replied with a weak smile. â€œWhereâ€™s Bella?â€<br/><br/>â€œIn the back sleepingâ€¦ Hey, some men came around looking for you. Twice today, different men each time, and they left letters for you.â€<br/><br/>When she handed the letters to him, he looked them over carefully as best he could since he couldnâ€™t really read very well. Education was one of the biggest things the Templars were negligent towards when it came to the needs of the people. He himself was a victim of it and he sure as hell hoped Bella would not suffer as well. He glared at them once he realized it was just more recruitment shit; the Templars asking him to become a fulltime member and give up his â€˜neutralityâ€™ and the Assassins doing the same trying to butter him up since he often let their killings slide. Emanuel just tore the letters in half and threw them on the ground, â€œFor crying out loud, donâ€™t they know how to take no for an answer?â€ He didnâ€™t yell but there was sharpness in his tone.<br/><br/>â€œThe Templars threatened me again, Emanuel, they keep trying to take my business away. This is starting to get a little out of hand.â€<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m aware of this, Michella, but unfortunately there isnâ€™t much I can do.â€<br/><br/>Their heated conversation continued for a quite awhile, going back and forth between picking a side and money, jobs, politics. Stuff he did not want to talk about. So much for a peaceful visit to ease his mood, instead he was greeted by this bullshit making his day even worse. Unfortunately this was too often a common thing between them but he could never blame her for acting like she did. She was just as tired of all this as he was.