Nicolina tapped her fingers against her cheek as she waited for the good Doctor to tidy up his table. She nodded gently to herself in approval. Things should always be kept neat. Especially in the man's  profession of healing. She glanced around curiously, wondering what all the vials and such were for. Medicine wasn't exactly a strong point in her education.<br/><br/>Nicolina turned amber eyes back to the doctor as he spoke and held up a vial for her. She smiled softly and brought her hand from her face to stand up straight. "I hadn't thought my reputation would proceed me so befittingly." Nicolina said, placing a few coins on the table for the doctor and tacking up the vial. She turned it gently in her hand once, before nodding and placing the vial into her pouch. Later she would lather her daggers in the poison.<br/><br/>As the Doctor leaned closer, Nicolina raised an eyebrow curiously. At his question, Nicolina wet her lips and sighed.<br/>"The why is never certain." Nicolina replied. "Only the task at hand." She added before pulling out a piece of paper from her pocket and unfolding it for the man to see. It was a rough portrait of a man.<br/>"Have you ever seen this man?" She asked. "He goes by the name of Isaiah. As a doctor, and the owner of such a fine establishment, you must see many faces." Nicolina added, smiling and leaning back down on the counter and gazing at the masked face curiously.<br/>Something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Nicolina turned her head quickly, glancing at the people milling around the market place. She narrowed her eyes for a moment before pulling her attention away and glancing back at the Doctor.<br/><br/><br/>Isaiah...why did he know that name?<br/>And was that posion that his sister just paid for? Theories ran through his mind quickly. She had seen Renaldo use poison on occasion, but Renaldo had learned these tricks from his Uncle, his mentor, his father's best friend. Had his mentor taught Nicolina in his stead? Lord help him, that had to be it. That meant she was taking orders from him as well. She was working for the Templars.<br/>Renaldo took a deep breath and sat up slowly. The Templars were sending more and more deadlier warriors. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. He had to do something...but he couldn't confront Nicolina.<br/><br/>The Master Assassin that had taken Renaldo in had agreed to keep his origins a secret. No one knew that he had come from the Tempars faction in Florence. He couldn't confront Nicolina; she would want him to go back with him. He was supposed to be dead, and he had a family here now that needed taking care of here.<br/><br/>This Isaiah was wanted dead by the Templars, that much Renaldo knew for certain. Otherwise, his sister wouldn't be asking questions about him, and buying poison at the same time. That could mean that anyone of the members of Assassin's were also targeted. Slowly, Renaldo stood up and turned down the end of the street.<br/>Maybe this Isaiah was back at the tower. He had to find someone to warn the kid at the very least. Glancing up at the sky for a moment, Renaldo gained his barrings and headed back towards the main tower.