Once Alexandra was out of her view Michella sighed deeply and ran a hand over her face. She needed to get somewhere for the time being, knowing it was dangerous being out in the open, unsure when or where she would find this Luca character. Though she knew she was safe for now Templars were around every corner and she did not want to risk the chance of word spreading this far this fast in such short time. She doubted this but it was always better to be safe than sorry and she had come too far now. Her instincts were kicking in a bit, telling her to not only keep a low profile but to protect Bella as well just in case. Wherever this Luca was he had better get here soon.<br/><br/>â€œMom, can we go visit Clara now?â€ Bella spoke again, eagerly tugging on her motherâ€™s clothes.<br/><br/>Michella smiled, getting down to the girlâ€™s level. â€œSoon, we must speak with Luca first.â€ A pause, then, â€œAre you hungry at all? I think we should get something to eat and relax after a long trip.â€ In spite of everything running through her mind she always kept a level head around her daughter. As her mother the girl looked up to her, she was not going to falter, and she knew that she needed to keep motivated and not sit around, as a parent she needed to be good role model for her daughter and help shape the person she will become. But that didnâ€™t mean she was some kind of super woman. While she was keeping a level head she was still tense, worried, a lot of things, and it showed in her smile.<br/><br/>Luckily Bella was too focused on her surroundings to notice, â€œYes! Letâ€™s get something to eat.â€<br/><br/>â€œAlright. Letâ€™s take a walk and see what we can find.â€<br/><br/>â€œYay!â€<br/><br/>With that Michella straightened herself and held out her hand, which her daughter took happily, and began to walk along the strange new streets of Florence. Soon she noticed a shop that seemed to sell various things, food included. Unfortunately she had noticed a small problem. While they were fleeing Venice she hadnâ€™t thought to take much money with her so she was not sure if she would be able to afford a room at the inn and a meal. She would have to make do with what she had, making getting something for Bella and herself to eat a priority.<br/><br/>While the two of them walked towards the shop Michella did keep an eye out for both Templars and the familiar clothes worn by Assassins that would tell her Luca had arrived.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>A heavy sigh left Emanuel as he ran a hand over his face, not too thrilled that the Assassin in the room insisted on striking a conversation. He wasnâ€™t sure whether to think the man was just that bored and really wanted some company or he was just tormenting him and wanted him to be sleep deprived and tense. Given the fact that he said that he didnâ€™t want him to go to sleep he assumed the latter, if that was the case then he wouldnâ€™t be suprised. All he wanted to do was rest, and was already beginning to calm down and let tiredness settle in more as time passed, not converse. If he wanted to converse he would not have tried to ignore him, pretend that he wasnâ€™t there. Thankfully the irritation was not showing on his expression, through his tiredness, giving him a more neutral expression, barely hinting that he was annoyed.<br/><br/>Straightening himself a bit, he said, â€œAlright fine.â€ As much as he didnâ€™t really want to talk he didnâ€™t see a way out of this.<br/><br/>Unfortunately once he graced the Assassin with a few words the annoyance was pretty clear: â€œSince youâ€™re so persistent, yes, Iâ€™ve had a rough day and am not in the mood for conversation.â€ Emanuel glanced at the Assassin out of the corner of his eye. He had to bite his tongue, feeling some rather edgy comment coming on. As much as he wanted to say it he managed to keep his thoughts to himself, it was for the best that he did. He really was far too tired and needed rest, but unfortunately he doubted he would get any sleep what so ever now. If he was lucky maybe he would fall asleep while this man was talking to him. That way he could give him what he needed and he could get some sleep if it would come to him. It didnâ€™t sound like a bad idea, but was something he doubted.<br/><br/>Emanuel sank back against the couch again, speaking again after choosing his words wisely, â€œJudging by the looks of things I have no choice in the matter, I wonâ€™t be getting any sleep and youâ€™ll be provided with companyâ€¦â€ He gave a shrug, â€œI canâ€™t guarantee any good company.â€ Then he fell silent again and looked out the window. The sun was beginning to set higher in the sky; it would be noon in just under a few hours. He was beginning to feel anxious again, wondering what was going on, since Renaldo had not come back yet. By now he hoped to at least hear some kind of news but it looks like he was going to have to be patient and wait it out<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>Domenicoâ€™s hidden blade was dangerously close to cutting into the Assassinâ€™s neck, firm yet not enough to cut through the skin and draw blood. He wondered how he should kill this man; a quick cut to the jugular would work nicely but he could also poison him as well. Maybe he could take him back to the Templars and ask toâ€¦ play around with him some more. He eyed the man with a dark grin while he thought and was about to say something when a shadow loomed over him. Having been taken completely by surprise he was on the ground before he even had a chance to fight back. He looked up at the two Assassins, both throwing questions at him which wasnâ€™t something that was unexpected, smirking at the man who asked him about the woman.<br/><br/>â€œWhat do I know about her? My, you seem intent on having your question answered donâ€™t you? I doubt you will be satisfied with my answer, but if you insist then very well.â€ Domenico chuckled in amusement seeming all too calm about the situation he had been placed in. Interesting how he didnâ€™t begin with â€˜you know Iâ€™m a Templar?â€™ since it was s stupid question, these men clearly were not idiots. â€œA lot of people buy poison from me, do you expect me to make friends and learn about all of my customers?â€ Assassins were always so quick to demand answers especially when there were two of them. It was crucial that he played his cards right, however he wasnâ€™t too worried about them killing him. This woman was obviously someone important to the one who had asked him about her and not just because she was a Templar.<br/><br/>No, for some reason Domenico felt that there was more than that judging from the look on his face and the tone of his voice. Part of him was curious but he brushed his curiosity aside.<br/><br/>He turned his attention away from the man who asked about the woman and eyed the crossbow aimed at him. It was an intriguing device. Curious how someone would choose to use a weapon meant for attacking from far away to shove in his face, and it was with that thought that an idea hit him. There was a sparkle in his eye which made it obvious what he was after, â€œOn second thought, I may or may not know a thing or two about that womanâ€¦ for a priceâ€¦â€ A pause, â€œItâ€™s but a small gamble, no?â€ His hidden blade was not fitted to fire poison darts so that crossbow would be an excellent addition to his small yet deadly arsenal. Now all he had to do was have the Assassin hand it over one way or anotherâ€¦