There were few things Isaiah found more amusing than messing with people's heads. For the last several minutes he'd been haggling with one particular shop owner over the price of a pair of boots. After almost fifteen minutes and bringing the price down by almost half, Isaiah agreed with the man that that was a fair price and walked away.<br/><br/>Once he was a safe distance away and it wasn't quite so crowded, Isaiah laughed to himself. The look on that man's face was priceless. He'd probably done that to about four merchants in the past week. Logically speaking, he should probably try not to attract so much attention to himself. The last thing an assassin wanted was to be noticed. But Isaiah took pride in his ability: that even when his target knew who he was and where and when he was coming, they could do nothing to stop him.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, he hadn't had very many targets lately. He'd come to Venice because he heard the Templars there were stirring up. He was more than a little disappointed when he found the rumors had been exaggerated. Or had they?<br/><br/>Well either way he was now in Venice. He might as well enjoy himself. Isaiah was walking near one of the canals and saw an unattended boat moored to the dock. Seeing a save from his boredom, without a second thought, Isaiah stole the boat and sailed off in it. He imagined the owner's face when he saw his boat was gone and laughed to himself.<br/><br/>Floating across the water like this and looking around, Isaiah noticed that it really was quite a beautiful day out. He toyed with the idea of taking a swim, but deemed it... not the best idea. After all, he still hadn't been able to pin what made the odd smell that sometimes came off the water here. Maybe it aided with their plumbing? Better to not think about it.<br/><br/>Isaiah noticed the perfect source of entertainment when he saw two Templars sailing in the opposite direction. He briefly thought that maybe he'd already left a few too many corpses lying around the city lately, and they weren't necessarily doing anything wrong, but he was bored.<br/><br/>Isaiah veered over to shore for a moment to pick up a nice heavy rock. he steered himself back to  the middle of the canal and expertly hurled the rock up into the air. It bounced off a clothes line and came down to smash through the bottom of the Templars' boat, looking as if it came from the other direction.<br/><br/>At first, the Templars looked around for the source of their ambush, then they decided dealing with the hole in their boat was more important. Isaiah pulled up next to them and gave a concerned, friendly smile. "Oh dear," he said. "That's a big hole. You need a ride to shore?"<br/><br/>The Templars accepted his offer. Isaiah casually asked them where they wanted to get off and they directed him to a certain dock. When they were a few feet away, Isaiah stabbed the both of them with one of the hidden blades in his sleeve and tossed them onto the abandoned dock before they collapsed from the poison. "Oh don't bother thanking me," he said, an amused smile on his face. "I'm glad to be of any transportation service." With a laugh, he sailed on and turned to admire the beautiful day.