Eventually, the sun and the water started to seem more annoying than beautiful. The sun was beating hard down upon him, and the water made the air thick and humid. Now that the experience had ceased pleasing him, Isaiah saw no reason to continue his current activity.<br/><br/>Like an expert oarsman, Isaiah pulled up to shore, moored 'his' boat and went for a stroll.<span style="font-style: italic">Let's see...</span>Isaiah thought,<span style="font-style: italic">with those two guards I think I've killed five Templars this week. Back to the tower I guess.</span>With almost every kill Isaiah made he would use one of his weapons, then he would go to the tower that was a hang out a lot of the assassins used and prep his equipment for the next time he was bored. The tower was a good place to do it too; everyone there had the same goal, so they didn't ask annoying questions, and it was away from prying eyes.<br/><br/>Looking up at a building as he walked, Isaiah noticed a wanted poster.<span style="font-style: italic">I know that guy...</span>he thought. Casually, he reached up and tore it down, crumpling it up in his hand and tossing it into a sewer main.<span style="font-style: italic">Anything to piss off the Templars.</span><br/><br/>Soon Isaiah found himself at the tower. He toyed with the idea of throwing open the doors in a grand entrance, but he didn't have to. Once people noticed who it was that walked in he had what felt like a million eyes on him.<br/><br/>"How many this time?" Someone called to him.<br/><br/>Isaiah casually held up two fingers and people burst out in cheer, slamming their glasses together and drinking deeply. They offered him a glass, but he turned it down. Even though he liked the taste of good wine, he'd noticed that he wasn't a very pleasant drunk. Even he got sick at the thought of what he might do if he got drunk.<span style="font-style: italic">No more cannibalism,</span>he thought in disgust.<span style="font-style: italic">Never again.</span><br/><br/>Isaiah planted himself in a chair and threw his feet up onto the table. He took out a cloth and began wiping his blade. He checked the poison compartment. It wasn't quite empty yet, and there was a lot more where that came from. He had enough supplies for worlds of fun.