From what Domenico was observing so far this was going to be a slow day and he may have to find something to keep him occupied so he didnâ€™t lose his mind from the slight boredom. He was someone who needed to keep himself busy, it helped balance his mental state in a sense. Being borderline unstable was not a healthy thing in the slightest, he knew, so he did what he could. He often cleaned things to keep a sterile â€“or at least as sterile as it would ever be- and clean, also keeping things very organized and rearranging things until he was satisfied with it. Appearance meant a lot to him and nobody liked disorganization himself included. It was almost like an obsession of his to keep his station tidy; he felt he attracted more paying customers that way.<br/><br/>When he finished organizing and cleaning up, he decided to start working on a new poison he has been constructing for the past few weeks. It was supposed to work faster than the fast poison the Assassins used and so far it has worked marvelously. Domenico rolled his sleeve up a bit, revealing his hidden blade â€“the blade itself was not exactly like the Assassin hidden blade but it was pretty damn close. The Assassins were not the only party that had thieves- and carefully poured the contents of the small test vial into the blade. Intriguing how the blade worked, the way it ensured that the poison remained in the blade and did not drip out until it was injected into the victim.<br/><br/>With a satisfied smile, he returned to work. It was a slow day, but he would still look for an unfortunate victim to test his poison. One of the things that got under the Templarâ€™s skin was that he often did what he pleased a little too much. It was amazing what one could hide under a mask, and possibly why he was such a successful member. As charming as he was he was also quite, well, interesting. He knew how to keep things under wraps and be subtle, and, quite ironically, in his own way he was hiding in plain sight; nobody would suspect a doctor, someone dedicated to healing, to be a bad guy. Then again, Domenico didnâ€™t exactly consider himself to be a â€˜bad guyâ€™.<br/><br/>â€œDomenico, right?â€ An unfamiliar Templar soldier approached him suddenly. There have been a few new recruits lately so he wondered if this was one of them.<br/><br/>Domenico grinned behind his mask, deciding this man was going to help him test his poisonâ€¦ â€œAnd how might be I be able to help you? Do you need some leeches, or perhaps something for the common cold? Sickness is becoming common and it never hurts to mind oneâ€™s health.â€<br/><br/>â€œNot quite. Actually I was told to inform you that you will have a visitor soon.â€<br/><br/>â€œA visitor? Interesting. Care to have a walk with me so we can discuss details?â€<br/><br/>The Templar looked at him for a moment before giving a nod. Domenico led the soldier into the alley way near his shop and as promised the soldier gave him his information. He was to see a girl, and he was to fill her in on what has been going on around here. He found it odd that they were sending more people to Venice considering the Templars had a fair bit of numbers here already. But he did not show any protest as it was not his place.<br/><br/>Once the conversation ended, Domenico thanked the man before he gently thrust the poison blade into the manâ€™s abdomen, just penetrating the skin enough for the poison to leek into his body. The good doctor then left the man to die and went back to work quite satisfied with the results of his new poison.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>That thief had given Emanuel a good run through nearly half the city before climbing up to the rooftops and escaping his view. He decided to let it be the archersâ€™ problem and waved it off, muttering under his breath in a disgruntled manner. There was no way in hell he was climbing up there just to chase down some petty thief; they couldnâ€™t pay him nearly enough to do that. It would be like them asking him to swim in the filthy canals and he simply would not have that. Not todayâ€¦ though whenever they did want him to do something and he protested the Templars who ran the show, ranked higher than he was, would threaten him to put him back in his place. That was just how they were and he couldnâ€™t stand it because the mere thought almost made him want to go search for that thief again.<br/><br/>He sighed to himself and turned away from the direction the thief went. What the Templars didnâ€™t know would not hurt them he supposed.<br/><br/>Some of the Assassins knew he didnâ€™t particularly like working for the Templars and took advantage of it, he knew. Didnâ€™t give a shit either as he did favor the Assassinâ€™s ways more so he just let whatever the Assassins were up to slide most of the time. They cared for the people unlike the Templars who didnâ€™t give a shit about the needs of the people (and it really got under his skin) and sought to rid the city and perhaps someday all of Italy of their filthy presence. However, Emanuel was not fond of the whole â€˜kill to stop the killingâ€™ concept. Then again he didnâ€™t quite understand their way of life fully and really didnâ€™t have any intentions of diving deep enough to understand it. There have been offers thrown out there for him to quit his job and join them, but he always declined. Emanuel knew he would be nothing but a hypocrite if he joined the Assassins.<br/><br/>It was no surprise that he felt that way. Heâ€™s been in the city guard for almost twelve years now and was considered a Templar though he technically took a neutral approach. In another sense he was something like a sheep in wolfâ€™s clothing. He almost hated himself for not being aware of this little war sooner, but what else could he do, it was so well hidden that hardly anyone knew of it. More regrets. If he has known about it sooner he wouldnâ€™t be stuck where he was now but some things couldn't be helped.<br/><br/>A noise, probably a dispute or something, in a nearby alley caught his attention suddenly. Figuring he should go to investigate since he had lost that thief, he was not surprised to find a dying man in the middle of the alley with a knife sticking out of his chest.<br/><br/>He got there just in time to see someone head off into the distance too far ahead for him to catch up to. From the looks of things, judging by the necklace, the man was a Templar. Had it been a citizen Emanuel would have had a different attitude but right now all he felt was indifference. A slightly sadistic smirk appeared on his face for a moment when the man begged him to spare his life. How dare a Templar ask for their life to be saved, it made him sick hearing such words. He took it as a good opportunity to let out some of his frustrations towards the Templars and kicked the man several times in the abdomen before leaving him for someone else to clean up.<br/><br/>Emanuel then decided to head to the market area. His wife worked a small shop there and seeing her and his daughter, as well as the overall atmosphere of the markets, always seemed to set him in a better mood. Seeing ones family should always bring about a better mood, right?