Nicolina nodded to the whore, smirking into her glass of wine. She was sipping it gently, though she was hardly consuming any. She was watching her target carefully. He was uncomfortable with everything. He didn't enjoy the company, he didn't enjoy sitting in the brothel. He wouldn't even touch the wine. Nicolina couldn't help but smirk; she had the man completely out of his comfort zone. Which was fine by her, honestly.<br/><br/>Tossing her head to the side, Nicolina pushed her hair from her face. She glanced at the wine bottle before looking back at Isaiah.<br/>"The wine is quite good." She said softly, sipping from her glass once more. She narrowed her eyes gently. This man was interesting to say the least. He hadn't spoken a word since they arrived here. She shifted in her chair to cross one leg over the other.<br/>"You've hardly said a word..." Nicolina said then, leaning on the arm rest, her fist against her temple. "And yet, here I thought you were the talkative sort." she said, sipping from her drink again.<br/><br/>Perhaps Nicolina had slightly underestimated this man. He didn't seem fazed at all. When she had brushed off her Templar ties earlier, he hadn't seemed fazed. Maybe he believed her, maybe he didn't. She could read his expressions whenever he exposed them. Right now, he just felt uncomfortable; that much she could figure out. She wanted to keep it that way though.<br/>What else was going on in that mind of his though? Nicolina couldn't help but wonder. And why exactly did<span style="font-style: italic">they</span>want him dead?<br/><br/>Putting her glass down, Nicolina sighed softly. "I saw you earlier. You killed a few men. It's not something someone walks away from every day. Why would you even want to get yourself mixed up in all of that?" She asked, her voice gentle and soft as she spoke.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>"Coins are not a priority." Renaldo said, shaking his head gently as Emanuel said that he indeed needed their help. He tried hard to keep his blood from boiling. These were the things that he detested about the Templars, and himself. He had aided in this process. Those who had mentioned an interest in the Templars would have some association with the order. It took time and dedication to move up in the ranks of a Templars, and of course, money always helped. And for those who started to fall behind, or seemed to loose their interest, they were either pressured into keeping up, or their were....dealt with as it was put. Usually, it resulted in death or mysterious disappearance of the person.<br/><br/>Renaldo had come to hate that. It was something that at one time, he had turned a blind eye to entirely. He had once seen it as a lack of character; if the man could not keep up to his word and honor, he had no place among Templars. It wasn't until his father told him to open his eyes that he started to slowly see how wrong it was. These were innocent men and women they were robbing. Lives were being ruined as to benefit the Templar needs.<br/><br/>It was the same position that Emanuel found himself in now. Just as Renaldo had found himself in not much long ago. And the first thing the Templars had done to Renaldo, was kill his father before trying to kill him.<br/>"If your family is in danger, you need to get them out of town. Someplace safe while we deal with the Templars that are after you." Renaldo said. "Your wife's business we can have someone handle until we clear this matter up." He added, not wanting to seem like the family had to completely abandon their home and livelihood.<br/><br/>Renaldo was quiet as he thought for a moment. He turned to look back at Emanuel again, and his expression wasn't as harsh as it had been a moment ago when he was revisiting his hate for the Templars.<br/>"These men who come to threaten you and your family, are they always the same?" He asked curiously. "Any information you have about the men specifically can help us track down the one responsible." he said, wondering if maybe this could be easily fixed; killing the messengers always sent back a strong message to the initial sender.