Nicolina smirked, hearing the footsteps behind her. This would be all too easy, she thought as she pushed open the door to the brothel gently, and lead the man inside. Nicolina couldn't say when she had last been inside a whore house, but this definitely was not her first time. She knew her way around these places, and made it seem as though she had walked these floors many times.<br/>She hummed along to a small tune in her head as she wandered over to the bar, smiling at the few girls that were standing there as if she personally knew them.<br/><br/>"The man behind me is in need of assistance after his long day." Nicolina said softly. "Why not help him while I fetch him a drink?" she asked, sliding a few coins in the girls hand. The whore smirked and nodded.<br/>"As you wish." she said before downing the rest of her drink and wandering over to Isaiah. "Oh my, my friend was right, you look exhausted." she said, touching his shoulder gently. "You really should sit down and rest." she said, waving a hand to an empty chair in invitation.<br/><br/>While the woman was occupying the Assassin, Nicolina ordered a drink, quickly downing the wine before asking for two more. Sighing softly, Nicolina stood up, taking the bottle and two cups over to where the woman had coaxed the Assassin into sitting. She smiled at him, taking the seat across and placing the glasses and wine down on the table between them.<br/>"Did I not say it would be a good night for you?" Nicolina asked, pouring herself a glass and taking a small sip, letting the Assassin pour his own. She knew he was aware of her, but Nicolina was trying to play it off. The longer one told a lie, the more it would become an accepted truth.<br/><br/>"Can't I stay Madam?" The woman asked, sitting on the armrest of Isaiah's chair. "He's so handsome..." she said and Nicolina tried her best not to smirk into her glass.<br/>"If that is the wish of Master..." Nicolina paused a moment, looking a bit astounded with herself. She turned her eyes back to Isaiah, awaiting for him to finish her sentence with his name.<br/><br/>-----------<br/><br/>Renaldo rubbed his face gently as he listened to Emanuel. "I've heard your name before..." he mused, softly and mostly to himself. Glancing around curiously, Renaldo was pleased to know that they were still alone and it appeared that they would be left undisturbed.<br/>"Your words intrigue me," Renaldo said, looking back at Emanuel with dark eyes. "You say you have afflictions with the Templars, yet you follow after Assassin with no threat of violence, and you rejoice at the murder of a fellow member." He said, rubbing his neck thoughtfully. "You are hardly a Templar at all." He said, smirking softly.<br/><br/>Hearing the rest of Emanuel's speech, Renaldo narrowed his eyes. Something clicked in the back of his mind and he sighed.<br/>"The Templars have threatened you and your family?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest now. This was something that Renaldo had come to hate about the Templars. He had learned the hard way, that if you did not fall into their lines, the Templars would simply kill you. A hand passed over his shoulder at the memory, but Renaldo soon pushed it out of his mind.<br/>"You came looking for help then?" Renaldo asked, forcing himself into the present, looking at the man in front of him.<br/><br/>Renaldo glanced over at Alexandra, wondering if she would want any part in assisting the man. If not, he would take it up himself. He wasn't assigned any missions recently, and it would be nice to do something good for someone else. Especially if this man was being harassed by Templars.