â€œWell, reputation is an important thing. You should uphold it proudly and when done correctly and in a positive manner people will cater to your needs more often.â€ He told her with a light laugh. If his words were taken in to heart or not, he didnâ€™t particularly care. It wasnâ€™t really his business what she thought about such things. He was simply making conversation more enjoyable for himself than tense. He didnâ€™t like tense conversations no matter what the subject was. Domenico was the kind of man who could not handle tension that well as he was a bit sensitive to it sometimes. He preferred more casual conversations so he tried his best to keep as casual as possible; casual conversations were more fun as well, at least in his opinion.<br/><br/>Raising an eyebrow with curious intrigue, Domenico looked over the rough drawing carefully as he pocketed the coins the woman gave him to pay for the poison. He has indeed seen many people come and go day after day over his twenty years of being a doctor. It didnâ€™t matter who it was, Assassin, Templar, or neutral or ignorant party he always tended to his patients and provided them with what they needed. He valued his work and was here for the people, though the Assassins often received â€˜specialâ€™ treatment and had their bandages soaked in poison that killed them before they could spit his name out to the others. However that did not mean he knew every face or every name that matched the face for that matter although he knew this man was definitely an Assassin.<br/><br/>Assassins had a certain air about them and there was no way Domenico would miss it. It was one of those things where you just knew after awhile, and something he made sure never to forget. The last Assassin who found him out nearly killed him and probably would have; thankfully the poison had set in before Domenico met certain death. That was the downfall of the Assassins. They were a pain in the ass, but a lot of them could be easily tricked no matter how clever some of them were.<br/><br/>He faintly smiled at the picture, tracing it with his fingers. â€œHe is an Assassin that much is certain. Also seems to be a bit of a rebel who does his own thing most of the time, judging by his facial expression.â€ Domenico was usually a fairly decent judge of character. Learning the faces of the people was one of his few guilty pleasures as well as something that kept him entertained whenever he felt bored. He was quite good at it, but he was no expert. For all he knew the man could be the exact opposite. He looked at the woman again and gave a shrug, â€œI may have seen him around once or twice. In fact Iâ€™m sure I might have even sold him some poison.â€<br/><br/>At lot of people, Assassin and Templar alike, buy poison from him. It was his main business aside from medical supplies and catering to the sick and wounded. If this Isaiah had been a customer it would not surprise him. Though as he said, chances were he probably had been several times. The more he looked at the picture the more he was certain.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>â€œDamn it, you two! Youâ€™re drawing a crowd, if youâ€™re going to argue doing somewhere else!â€ One of the merchants nearby was really getting tired of listening to their bickering. Not only were they drawing a crowd but they were turning people away as well and that was not good for business. They had been at it for about ten minutes now and would certainly go on longer if left alone. It wasnâ€™t uncommon for them to argue. The people who worked in the market knew that well and usually did let it slide, but today the heat was just too much and made things incredibly uncomfortable.<br/><br/>Emanuel supposed the heat was really starting to get to him as well. It was official. He was definitely convinced he was a fucking mess especially today. This was just not his day at all. A horrible domino effect that just kept getting worse and worseâ€¦ which posed the question: could things get any worse today? He wouldnâ€™t doubt it but at the same time he really wanted this to be a peaceful day. As peaceful as it would get anyway, peace seemed impossible these days, he knew there would be no peace until this war was over. That is what he had to keep telling himselfâ€¦ and hell maybe it was time he contributed to it a bit more, he wondered.<br/><br/>He and Michella looked around at the crowd that had formed and looked at each other apologetically as they came to being aware of their surrounding once again. Emanuel sighed and looked down, folding his arms, â€œMichella, I said I will find a way to get us out of this and I will.â€ She was probably the only person he would ever openly apologize to aside from his older sisters. Then again aside from his sisters she was one of the only people he was actually nice to in general.<br/><br/>She just sighed, â€œYou say this all the time, Emanuelâ€¦ I still think you should just quit and come to work the shop with me.â€ Michella was always asking him to work with her, but he knew he couldnâ€™t. They barely made a living as is. There have been times where he has considered it, he knew it would ease tensions between them, but he knew he just could not. The Templars held his leash unfortunately and he couldnâ€™t free himself without being killed. Not to make him sound like the typical man, but money was something he considered very important to him; it meant he could keep his family fed and pay his taxes and whatever else the Templars made him cough up money for.<br/><br/>â€œYou know I canâ€™t exactly do that..." There was a slight pause, then: "Forget it, I will get my ass back to work so you can continue on with your day in peace.â€ He kissed his wife on the cheek gently and then walked off before she could say anything more.