For two days, Nicolina had been riding. She had packed as soon as she left her mentor's office, changed into suitable clothes, checked that her weapons were in tact, and had headed off. She hadn't stopped riding since. Not to sleep, once only to grab something to eat, and that was all. She was determined to cut the traveling time from Florence to Venice in half. And her valiant horse rose up to the challenge despite their long endeavors just a few days prior.<br/><br/>Sighing to see the city within reach, Nicolina pulled back gently on the reins of her brown mare. "Easy girl," she soothed, letting the horse travel at whichever pace she was most comfortable with. Now, Nicolina could take it easy; she didn't want to cause a stir by rampaging through the city on a horse. Sweat rolled down the side of her face, and Nicolina reached up to twist her hair up into a bun with a bobby pin on her sleeve. Great Lord it was hot in this city. Summer had definitely arrived earlier. Even more agitated by the heat, Nicolina rolled her sleeves up on her dress just a bit past her elbows. She took her knives from her arm guards and tucked them at her belt.<br/><br/>Her memory reminded her of the man whom she was to seek out here in the city. Domenico Fortunato. Apparently the man was a doctor here in the city, with ties to the Templars. Hopefully, he would serve as a better informant than her last one had.<br/>Clicking her teeth, Nicolina set her horse into a slow trot down a hill towards the outskirts of the city. She dismounted as she started to pass by more and more homes. Stopping at a small stall, Nicolina fished out a few coins and paid the boy who was shoving out hay.<br/>"Keep her well wrested and fed and there'll be more for you when I return." Nicolina promised and the boy smiled in excitement before taking the reins of her mare.<br/><br/>Tossing her satchel over her shoulder, Nicolina walked the rest of the way into the city on foot. She went over details of her target in her mind, working out questions to ask this Domenico fellow as she walked deeper into the heart of the city.<br/>She sighed deeply, passing a forearm over her forehead. It was incredibly hot. Looking around curiously, Nicolina ducked down another street that led her to an alley, and a small market place just beyond that. Hmm, this looked like the right place. Wandering over to the doctors stands, Nicolina leaned against the front counter and glanced inside to find the doctor working at a table.<br/>"Domenico Fortunato?" She asked. "I was told to seek you out for a remedy." Nicolina added with a small smile, resting her chin on her hand.<br/><br/>-----------------<br/><br/>"Grazi Signoria. Come back any time."<br/>Renaldo nodded and sighed as he tucked his throwing knife into it's pocket. That was the third one he had left behind today. These Templars just seemed to be coming by the droves. There had to be something that they were after in the city if they were sending so many here at once. That or...they were here for the Assassin's themselves. It wasn't unusual for a Templar plan to include the destruction of an entire band of people they feel is harmful to their success.<br/><br/>Renaldo couldn't deny that the Assassin's in Venice were a large thorn in the Templar's sides. He should probably bring that to the other's attentions....<br/>He was wandering somewhat blindly, his body keeping him moving as to become less of a target. He weaved in and out of the crowds that lead from the major market places, to little stalls gathered. A voice broke him from his thoughts and he looked up in shock. He was standing behind her, so she couldn't yet see him. He heard her talking to the doctor in the stall, and Renaldo kept himself in the alley for the time being.<br/><br/>What on earth was she doing here in Venice? Why was she talking to that doctor? Was that a knife belt around her waist? Why would she need those? What was going on? A thousand questions ran through his mind, and yet Renaldo forced himself to continue moving with the crowd. Finding a bench, he sat down next to someone, and turned his head away from his sister, but he was intent on listening to their conversation. Maybe if he listened long enough without being spot, he could find out what she was doing here, and why she was so heavily armed.