Nicolina was twirling a blade gently as she watched. She had moved from her old hiding spot, finding that it was too obvious. Instead, she found a nice nitch to sit in just outside an ally way that led down to a brothel. Considering the way she was dressed, any normal citizen would continue to walk by, considering her a whore and not worthy of her time. It was the disguise she had been aiming for anyway.<br/><br/>Bright brown eyes darted back to her target. She could kill him now. Do exactly as her mission called for...it would be easy. She had a clear shot, and the dagger was already laced with the poison she had purchased from the doctor not moments ago. Even if the man survived the knife wound, the poison would kill him effortlessly.<br/><br/>Spinning her dagger once more, Nicolina tucked it away beneath the folds of her dress. Although she was heavily armed, since seeing the doctor, Nicolina had made it much less noticeable. Most of her daggers were hidden away in the folds of her skirt, under her sleeves, waist line and against her legs. Hearing the sounds of suffering, Nicolina turned her head again to view her prey. Oh, the Templar was dead. And the Assassin was agitated. Good to know that the Templar remained true to his cause in the face of certain death.<br/><br/>She chuckled as the man approached her. He was bold, she would give him that much. He seemed a bit inexperienced though. Despite however many kills the boy had under his belt, or how old he was. She doubted he had five years on her.<br/>"What is this talk of Templars?" Nicolina asked, her voice as soft as her smile. "The blood you smell is from the baby I helped deliver today. One of my girls is now a mother." Nicolina said, waving a hand towards the brothel just down the ally.<br/>"Why so tense sir?" Nicolina asked as she stood up and looked him over. Her gaze was curious, though she was silently scanning for other weapons. "You need a good night," Nicolina said, smirking. "I know where you can find one." she added, swaying slightly as she turned to walk down the ally, leaving the man where he stood, but listening for his movements that she knew would follow.<br/><br/>-------------------<br/><br/>Renaldo was quiet, as he always was whenever others were talking around him. He stood in front of the man, as if the judge to his case. Renaldo nodded here and there, showing that he indeed was listening, despite the small frown on his face. He winced inwardly as the man brought up the incident from which he and Alexandra had escaped. The questions would not go over well, he knew, because the man mentioned he was slightly associated with the Templars.<br/><br/>Alexandra's reaction was somewhat expected. Renaldo stood back, and let her deal with the man, content that she had let him go. His eyes followed her as she walked back to the walll, a smirk playing on his face for a brief moment. Perhaps he had underestimated her earlier when giving advice; the mission itself was not difficult, however fortune may not have been in her favor.<br/><br/>Looking back at the man, Renaldo nodded towards Alexandra. "Answer the woman. Tell us your name, and you're affiliation with the Templars." he said. "If they mean you harm, we can be of some assistance." he said, his better half getting the best of him. Renaldo had been lost, and the Assassin's had taken him in, he would not begrudge someone else that privilege. If this man needed help, Renaldo would gladly give it. If, however, the man seemed to be in intelligence with the Templars...well, maybe Alexandra would want to deal with the man personally.