Nicolina couldn't help the smirk on her face.<br/>"Can you smell it....killer?" She asked curiously, pulling her pin from her sleeve and waving it in his face. "I do not have time to waist with your babble. Either you tell me what I asked you, otherwise you are going to be so poisoned you won't remember how you got here in the morning." Nicolina said, her expression sweet but her voice strong. Her eyes never left him, and she could see that there was something he knew, something in his mind that he needed to tell her.<br/><br/>Nicolina sighed roughly as the man continued to laugh about it. "Idiotica." She hissed. "Answer my question!" She said, pressing her knife up to the man's neck. "Renaldo and Lorenzo Manici, why did they die?!" She asked roughly, her eyes were darker now and her hair had fallen into her face due to the lack of pins.<br/><br/>Shouts sounded off behind her, and Nicolina was aware that a fight was taking place. She didn't care, her focus was on Isaiah. His next few words determined if he gained a swift or slow death. Her grip on her dagger was tight, and her other hand was hovering near her second dagger just incase the Assassin tried anything stupid.<br/><br/>It wasn't until she smelled the smoke behind her that Nicolina's frame of mind shattered a bit. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and say the bar beginning to erupt into fire.<br/>"Merda." She hissed. She would have to cut this visit with her target short. Her mentor was going to have a fit with this report. Half growling, Nicolina gave Isaiah's chair a good kick to knock it over with him still in it before dashing off to the door along with the rest of the courtesans and guests who were quickly filling out from the burning building.<br/><br/>-------------<br/><br/>Renaldo nodded and watched Alexandra leave just a few seconds have Emanuel. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as his thoughts wandered a moment. Surely Alexandra could handle a small bit of recon; her job earlier had proven difficult, but then again, she had mentioned that she was not at a hundred percent. Renaldo sighed and pushed the thoughts from his mind as he wandered out of the alley way.<br/><br/>He took a quicker route towards the Assassin's main tower than usual. It was late in the evening, and Renaldo knew that he couldn't be given too much trouble on his way back. Again, his sister popped into his mind. Had his uncle taught her the skills same as him? Had they not targeted her as well as him and his father. For a small time, Renaldo had thought his sister dead, same as his father. Then again...she had been out the day the house was set on fire.<br/><br/>If she had been train as a Templar, that meant she was sent to this city on a mission. And that mission must have something to do with Isaiah. Why was she going after the boy? That question he had yet to answer, but he was sure it was something to do with his reputation. Renaldo vaguely remembered something to do with him; the kill counts perhaps. That would be something the Templars might be keeping track off.<br/><br/>Wandering into the tower, Renaldo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. A few younger recruits greeted him with a bow.<br/>"Something to drink, Messer?" One of the young girls asked. Renaldo smiled politely.<br/>"A glass of wine perhaps?" He asked, since he couldn't deny the girl's offer. When she handed him the glass, Renaldo took a small sip and looked around.<br/>"Do you know a man by the name of Isaiah with us?" Renaldo asked and the girl thought for a moment.<br/>"Si, I believe he was here earlier." She said with a small nod.<br/>"Is he not here now?" Renaldo asked and the girl merely shrugged before getting called off elsewhere.