â€œAh, but of course, how silly of me.â€ Domenico chuckled softly when she mentioned she wanted to know where she could find the man. It did not surprise him that she was here hunting a man and figured that this man must be wanted pretty badly since they sent for help outside of Venice. The wonder made him raise a brow at her but it was still not exactly his place to question her business. He was only here to provide information among other things and that was what he would do. It was no surprise that they would not let him in on too much action in this war much to his dismay. But he knew there was something big, and that whatever was going on would reveal itself soon.<br/><br/>He sighed softly and turned away from her for a moment, taking a few seconds to remove his mask just long enough for him to run his hand over his face. It was hot as hell and as much as he hated to remove his mask especially in front of people he felt he had to cool himself off even if it was only for a few seconds. â€œAs much as I hate to say it, I canâ€™t say for sure where exactly you can find him but I can say thereâ€™s a possibility you might be able to lure him out somehow.â€ He gave a slight shrug when he turned back to face her. Assassins, some of them, could very well be lured out of their little hay piles and hiding places if one knew just how to go about it. Unfortunately he was no expert on such things but that did not mean he was without tricks.<br/><br/>They were limited but effective in their own way. However, explaining his madness was proving to be a bit more difficult than he thought originally.<br/><br/>Domenico grinned again and leaned on the table a bit as she moved away, â€œI will make this brief since Iâ€™m sure to have more paying customers soon enough and because I wouldnâ€™t want to keep you from completing your task,â€ he said in a low tone, keeping it between the two of them. â€œThis will come as no surprise but there are a few people in our Order who have ties to the Assassins and act as their little spies. I apologize for being unable to give you any names, but I hope that itâ€™s enough for you to go about your business.â€ Spies pissed him off and found a very satisfying sense of enjoyment out of interrogating them whenever given the chance; they always had such interesting stories to share even if it was mostly bullshit since hardly anyone gives an honest answer these days.<br/><br/>A part of him wished he was getting information out of a few maggots instead of being here in the heat like this. At least then he could let out his negative energy, but he knew it was best that he was here instead. If they needed his services they would call for him. They always did.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>The sound of someone calling that there was an Assassin in the area made Emanuel jump slightly. Out of habit, he ran to the area, but only to discover that the action had already started. From what he gathered an execution â€“it truly did make him sick that the Templars killed whoever they damn well pleased. But of course he could never voice that, ever feeling like the hypocrite- was going on and it had obviously been interrupted for whatever reason. Fighting broke outâ€¦ and well we all know the rest. From his perspective, however, it was just another bloodbath caused by this war. Looking at the scene he could feel that familiar indifference swell up within him that made him feel like walking right into the middle of it hoping one of their swords would cut his head clean off. But then a peculiar thing happened that made him change his mind.<br/><br/>In the midst of the smoke that suddenly filled the area, he happened to spot two figures fleeing the scene. He wasnâ€™t even sure how he was able to make out any features, but he recognized one of them as the woman who had silenced the herald earlier.<br/><br/>Emanuel wasnâ€™t sure why, but for some reason, a reason that was most likely work related, he felt the need to run after them. However this meant he had to run through the smokeâ€¦  He had to act now or he would lose them as well. â€œFuck it,â€ he said to himself before taking a deep breath and deciding to brave the smoke. The moment he did so, it burned his eyes and made it feel like his lungs were on fire despite all the efforts he made to hold his breath. Which made him realize he was really not that great at holding his breath even when there was potentially harmful smoke present, and he couldnâ€™t help but laugh at himself because of it. He has done a lot of stupid things, and he admitted that this was not one of his better ideas.<br/><br/>He followed the two fugitives as quietly as he could, hoping his coughing would not draw too much attention to himself. Emanuel actually felt quite proud of himself when he found he was able to keep up with them without being noticed. Or so he thought anywayâ€¦ After running for about an hour or so, he stopped just short of the alley way they went down, hoping to eavesdrop on their conversation once they started talking. However, that little plan would be short lived for he soon felt a hand clap over his mouth and a blade at his throat.<br/><br/>â€œLook what we have here!â€ The Assassin said in a low voice, â€œLooks like we have another Templar with a death wish. Maybe we need to teach you some manners?â€ Emanuel, cringing at the thought of being lumped with the Templars, wondered if the Assassin had been close by, keeping an eye on their escape to ensure they were safe. He should have thought out his plan a little better. Having no choice but to follow him, the Assassin basically pushed him into the alley way while keeping him restrained and said to the other two: â€œHey, you two might want to watch yourselves a little better. I found this lost puppy snooping around where he doesnâ€™t belong. What would you like me to do with him?â€<br/><br/>Emanuel just have the two a stubborn gaze, unable to do much else. It was needless to say he was regretting his decision to follow the two right then.