Nicolina brushed her hair from her face while she listened to the doctor. She regretted putting it up, only to have a few black strands here and there fly into her view whenever they deemed it necessary. Glancing back at the doctor, Nicolina saw him remove his mask slightly and hid a frown. It was nearly scorching hot today, and yet the man was wearing complete dressings and that mask. He must be suffocating from the heat.<br/>"That garb must be awfully unbareable." Nicolina muttered, shaking her head gently before his words caught her attention once more.<br/><br/>A smirk twitched at her lip at the prospect of a trap working successfully on these Assassins. "And here I was, under the impression that I would have a challenge this time." She murmured, smiling gently at the doctor.<br/>"Thank you for your troubles." Nicolina said, laying her palm out on the counter and walking away, leaving another gold coin for the man. She had been talking with him for quite some time, and couldn't image if she had taken any business away from him in the process.<br/><br/>She fell into the grove of the market then, walking with the crowd, stopping occasionally to admire the wares merchants were selling. She had never been to Venice, and although she was eager to find her target, she knew that a certain patience came along with this job. She could wait until opportunity presented itself.<br/><br/>As she turned a corner, Nicolina was pleased to find out that she was right. Total carnage lay before her, and some of these men bore the crest she knew all too well. Templars had been murdered, out in the open, for all to see. Brushing another strand of hair from her face, Nicolina looked up, surprised to see that there was still a man in the square among the dead. Her face turned serious and she pulled herself against a nearby wall, hiding beneath the shadow.<br/><br/>That face...yes...that had to be him. Nicolina chuckled. This was going to be even easier than she had imagined. The body at the Assassin's feet moved, and Nicolina realized she was playing witness to an interrogation. What exactly did the Assassin wish to know? Hmm...perhaps she would learn a thing or two from her target if she didn't kill him just yet.<br/><br/>----------------------------<br/><br/>Renlado ran as soon as he dispatched the smoke bomb at his feet, leaving behind a few dazed militia and a Templar to deal with the mess.  For a few moments, he was running blindly, turning past civilians, doging merchants and pushing aside any others that could get injured if caught in his path.<br/>He glanced back only once when he heard shouts. Damn, they were being followed. Reaching down to his pocket, Renaldo thought twice about throwing down another bomb. It was his last one. Instead, he grabbed a knife, and tossed it backwards, hitting the leading guard in the shoulder. He tried not to laugh as the wounded man barreled backwards into the others.<br/><br/>The next thing he knew, the girl was pulling on his arm. He followed her after little thought, and together they hid in the small ally. Thankfully, his move distracted the guards, and they lost sight of the duo completely, running along the path, completely oblivious.<br/>As she spoke, Renaldo turned his head slightly to look at her beyond his hood. He nodded gently, still breathing too heavily in order to speak. Once he had calmed his breath, Renaldo sighed.<br/><br/>"Anything to help a fellow Assassin." Renaldo murmured, pressing his hand to his chest to revealing the brand on his finger, bowing slightly in the process. "In the future, perhaps you should not take on such large tasks alone." he added, though his words were soft and encouraging.<br/><br/>Renaldo turned, hearing a commotion behind them. He snapped out his hidden blade, preparing himself for a fight when he recognized the man stepping forward as another Assassin. The prisoner he had, however, was not someone that Renaldo knew.<br/>"Wait a moment." Renaldo murmured, holding his hand up for the Assassin to stay his blade. Pulling his hood down, Renaldo frowned at the man. He walked in a circle around him before shaking his head softly.<br/><br/>"I do not believe he is a Templar as you say," Renaldo said, his voice soft as always. "Who are you, and why did you follow after us?" he asked, his voice more curious than demanding. Keeping the man in his sight, Renaldo wandered over to the other Assassin to speak with him privately.<br/>"Send word that Isaiah is wanted by the Templars. He ought to keep his head low for a little while." Renaldo said softly before turning back to the man who had followed him and Alexandra, clearing awaiting an answer.