â€œYour husband told me to pay a visit, to check up to see if she was doing well,â€ Domenico told the woman, hoping she would believe him. â€œHe told me was has been ill for the past few days and I have something that might help.â€ He had rushed the poison. As much as he truly hated to admit it, he knew he had to get it done; he could not wait until tomorrow. He had to get this over with now. Surely they would understand even though he knew in the back of his mind they would be angry with him for acting sooner than told.<br/><br/>The woman continued to give him a bit of a skeptical gaze, â€œWeâ€™ve already seen a doctor this week,â€ she told him, â€œso whatever youâ€™re offering Iâ€™m not accepting.â€<br/><br/>â€œAh, but if she is still ill then would it hurt to try something new?â€<br/><br/>â€œI think you should leave. My husband should be home soon, he usually is around this time.â€<br/><br/>Domenico was often an unusually calm man. It was not often where he lost his cool over something, being rather patient. He had to be patient if he were to claim to be professional in what he did, not allowing emotions to get the best of him. He was a bit unstable at times but could, usually, keep positive in most cases. Sometimes people considered him morbid whenever he callously dismissed whenever he had to kill someone for whatever reason with a smile. Given the situation, however, his unwillingness in poisoning a child and the woman not cooperating with him was irritating. He half glared at her but he did his best to make sure he did not look desperate. Sometimes he was grateful to wear a mask. It was easier to hide emotions that way, and it made what he was doing easier since she didnâ€™t have to get a good look at him.<br/><br/>Holding out his hastily thrown together concoction, untested mind you and he wasn't even sure if it would work the way he would expect if had been tossed together that quick. He placed it on a table and offered a calm smile, â€œIâ€™ll leave it here in case you change your mind. Mix it in with a small bit of warm milk and Iâ€™m sure your daughter will feel better in no time.â€ With that he left her to go back to what he had been doing previously.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>â€œI have an older sister in Florence they could possibly stay withâ€¦â€ Emanuel rubbed his chin in thought, looking down for a moment. Getting out the city was something he has thought about before but never really had a thought out plan since Michella always seemed fairly adamant about staying. She was always worried about her business and being killed as well, not to mention Bella was completely oblivious to the world hidden right in front of her eyes. It was bad enough Michella was harassed the last thing he wanted was for Bella to get dragged into it this nasty war. At the same time he always felt bad when he brushed her off whenever she went about her childish curiosity and asked questions. It was for her own good, not that she would understand completely anyway.<br/><br/>He has not seen any of his sisters for quite some time so he knew this would be pretty out of the blue. Even if they were his family they wereâ€¦ wellâ€¦ odd and he could only hope that they would listen to him. That would be dealt with when the time came, he decided.<br/><br/>â€œYouâ€™ll have to talk to her to get names, I only know their faces, but Iâ€™m fairly certain itâ€™s at least three men who come by a few times a week,â€ he said honestly, meeting their gaze again. Emanuel shifted his weight a bit and folded his arms. Oh he knew their faces alright, he knew them quite well, and they were sneaky as well being Templars. They always stayed away from him knowing they wouldnâ€™t exactly like having to face him; if Emanuel ever did get his hands on them, well, he it might not be pretty. He was protective of his family and wished the best for them, but he also had a temper and these Templars have definitely been trying it the past month or so. Another reminder why he needed the help of the Assassins to deal with his problem, knowing he would do something stupid otherwise that would get him killed.<br/><br/>Taking a look at the sky, he noticed it was starting to get a bit later. He knew he had to get back home soon, and since he needed those names he felt he should take his leave since he couldnâ€™t provide any more information currently. â€œI think Iâ€™ll let you two go back to whatever you were doing for now,â€ there was a slight pause, and then he added with a half-hearted chuckle. â€œIt's getting late, and I doubt youâ€™d want to hear me ramble on about my problems all evening anyway.â€