There was no mistaking the smell of smoke coming from a fire. Domenico turned his head towards the direction of it wondering what was going on and if he would have more people coming to him. Burn wounds were ugly, smelled ugly, too. He hated whenever he had to treat them though he has become quite good at it from years of practice. Simply thinking about the smell of charred flesh made him want to gag; then again that was what his mask was for after all. He didnâ€™t have to deal with the horrible scents of death, as he was around it frequently. This was definitely beginning to be a longer night than he had hoped for and it was starting to wear on him a bit. And as much as he wanted to let his curiosity get the best of him he was interrupted by a familiar man that he immediately recognized as a Templar member, the one who came to him earlier.<br/><br/>â€œHas it been done?â€ The man said to him.<br/><br/>Domenico flashed a dark grin. â€œOf course. Why would you ever doubt me?â€ He told the man quietly. â€œIâ€™m confident that the poison has already been consumed, but the woman was a bit wary of me.â€ Oh yes, he had his doubts, but he would not reveal them to this man here. He knew better than that, especially because it meant he would be punished in some way or another if they decided he was no longer of any use to them.<br/><br/>â€œI just might have several reasons but Iâ€™ll keep to myself for now. Either way, good work. That is all I have for you at the moment, since itâ€™s getting late we can go over your other tasks tomorrow.â€<br/><br/>â€œIf you insist, very well.â€ He watched as the man took off with a bit of haste, not surprised to see him head towards the direction the smoke was coming from.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>Michella had been the one to answer the door before Emanuel even had a chance to react to the knock. With everything that has been going on, she has been keeping watch over that door like a hawk, a bit of bloodlust in her eyes just in case it turned out to be the Templars harassing them yet again. It was no secret that she has had it up to here with it, he knew. He had some suspicions himself but he didnâ€™t voice them for fear of starting an argument over something that wasnâ€™t really that big of a deal. And he wasnâ€™t really surprised when she had grabbed a knife from a drawer in the small kitchen area and cracked the door slightly, poking the tip of the blade out before she glanced outside herself. She was a bit surprised to find a woman, immediately taking in the familiar Assassin uniform and relaxing slightly, opening the door a bit more.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m assuming youâ€™re the Assassin Emanuel was telling me about?â€ She inquired in a low voice, taking a quick glance around before opening the door almost the whole way to allow her to enter. â€œCome inside before youâ€™re spotted.â€<br/><br/>Once Emanuel saw who it was he was a bit more relaxed as well. The look on his face said otherwise, however, since he couldnâ€™t help but be somewhat restless and tense at a time like this. He was tired as hell but he knew getting his family out of here was more important, unsure if this was something that could wait. The sooner the better. In the end, he wasnâ€™t stupid; he knew this had to be done now while they still had a chance to escape the city. He knew better than to ask if the Assassin had been followed on the way here and just gave her a look that said that he was ready to leave whenever. Not to make it seem like he was in a rush, but to assure her that there would be no delay in their departure. If trouble did find them hopefully he could work some magic and they would leave without much problem.<br/><br/>â€œWake Bella and tell her sheâ€™ll be visiting her eldest aunt,â€ he told Michella once she finished packing what she felt she needed. â€œMake it sounds as casual as possible so she doesnâ€™t wonder why this is so sudden. Itâ€™s for her own good.â€ Turning his attention back to the Alexandra, â€œI would try leaving through one of the city gates rather than the docks at this hour. There will be fewer patrols, if memory serves right.â€ Ok, maybe he was a bit hasty, but it was more out of being rather nervous than anything. He wanted this to succeed, he trusted that it would, and he just wished it was possible for him to leave with them. His sister was a caring woman but she was not someone who liked last minute things, though he was sure she would understand.<br/><br/>At that thought he decided to write a quick letter for her explaining things as best he could in a short time and, after she returned carrying Bella, told Michella to give it to her. Michella looked the letter over carefully before giving him a nod, â€œHow will I know who to look for? I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ve ever met Clara.â€<br/><br/>â€œTrust me youâ€™ll know her when you see her.â€ Emanuel tried his best to give a reassuring smile but it came out half-hearted instead. He doesnâ€™t speak with his family much so it wasnâ€™t surprising that she has never met Clara before. â€œIf youâ€™re ready, weâ€™ll leave.â€ He watched as Michella looked to him and then Alexandra, giving a nod.