Domenico followed the Templar man into an alley where they could talk quietly. He found it ironic just how much the Templars loved to speak in alleyways when they knew full well the Assassins utilized the alleys for their ambushes. On the outside Domenico just seemed like the causal, occasionally silly doctor who loved the people and did his job well but in truth he was a cunning man. His ignorance toward most things was feigned. Why else would he be one of the few Templars known to wield a hidden blade filled with what could very well have the potential to be the deadliest poison in Venice, if not all of Italy. This reeked of suspicion but nevertheless the good doctor remained calm. He grinned casually under his mask, watching the manâ€™s movements carefully.<br/><br/>â€œYou have my full attention, now do be so kind as to share what little task it is you want me to complete. He said once he felt they were secluded enough. His hidden blade was ready, subtly, just in case this man revealed himself to be an Assassin or an Assassin spy. â€œI have a shop I must attend and I donâ€™t want to be late getting back.â€<br/><br/>The man chuckled, â€œPatience, my friend, I actually have several tasks that I figured you would be perfect for.â€<br/><br/>â€œGo on.â€<br/><br/>â€œThe first task is simple: Iâ€™ve heard rumors that the woman you spoke to, Nicolina, has a brother here in the city. I donâ€™t have full detail and will have more information for you later on. I donâ€™t know who he is, but she must not see him. You are to make sure they do not meet and I donâ€™t care how you go about it. The second task is that one of the guards we have always had trouble with, Emanuel, has decided he no longer wants anything to do with us even after we threatened his wife. His seven year old daughter is ill from what Iâ€™ve heard, and I want you to deliver one of your special medicines to them, if you know what I mean.â€<br/><br/>Domenico felt a pang of uneasiness. As loyal as he was to the Templars he was not sure how he felt about poisoning a sick child; if he did, it would mean he would lose the trust of the people and he may be out of business if word got out that he was handing out poison in place of medicine that would completely ruin him. He ran his business with pride and this threatened to take his reputation away from him for good. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath. This really put him in a bind, but somehow he was also somewhat comfortable. The Templars, while he did not always agree with them, did what had to be done and he respected that.<br/><br/>The good doctor looked at the man, â€œI will do what I can. When do you want this done?â€ His voice showed hesitation â€“even after so many years Domenico was still hesitant when it came to certain things, and now that his business was threatened...<br/><br/>The Templar smiled at that hesitation. â€œGood. Tomorrow will be perfect. I have more tasks for you, but complete those first.â€<br/><br/>With that the man left. Domenico watched him for a moment before heading back to his business, laughing somewhat hysterically, disgusted by what he has just agreed to commit.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>Emanuel glared at the hidden blade at his throat but dared not show that it was making him uncomfortable in a sort of stubborn way in a sense that he didnâ€™t want to give her what she wanted. It was a reaction he had expected, and he was amused that he seemed to have struck a nerve, though the quickness of it had definitely taken him by surprise to say the least. He was not exactly comfortable with people being in his personal space in general and right then he wanted to break her wrist and pin her to the ground to show how much he appreciated having a blade at his throat for the second time in one night. But he didnâ€™t. He was calm despite his clearly irate expression. Luckily for them, this dog was housebroken to the point where he didnâ€™t take unnecessary actions like some of the younger, newer people did.<br/><br/>He had a slight temper and made it obvious to them but his blade remained untouched at his side even when he was released. Emanuel was not looking for a fight and therefore would not start one. Situations like this one, it was best to know ones place and he definitely knew his place and would not dare test his ground. Especially with Assassins.<br/><br/>â€œGuilio, you say? As in the executioner, Guilio Caprioglio? About time someone gave that sick bastard what was coming to him.â€ He laughed dryly, and then said, â€œMy name is Emanuel, if you insist that itâ€™s important to you. I work for the city guard, militia to give exact detail, have been for nearly twelve years.â€ He somewhat muttered the latter, knowing he had to really play his cards right now. Emanuel was not usually someone who was this direct or open with people but he didnâ€™t have anything much to hide either. And given their suspicion of him, he knew it was best to open up enough so they wouldnâ€™t take his life. Knowing what they knew about him now, however, they probably wouldnâ€™t care to hear him out but it was still worth a shot.<br/><br/>A sigh escaped him and he ran a hand over his face, gaze going from the woman to the man again. What the hell am I doing, he asked himself again, but he already knew that answer. â€œIt doesnâ€™t make much of a difference if you kill me here; Iâ€™m just an expendable dog and more than likely some idiot more bloodthirsty than I am will take my place sooner or later.â€ he began again, in a sharper tone, but then paused before continuing. â€œIf itâ€™s honesty you want however, Iâ€™ll say that youâ€™re not too far off.â€ He nodded towards the male. â€œIâ€™m tired, quite frankly, and Iâ€™m out of options.â€<br/><br/>He figured he may as well just come out with it even if it made him feel extremely awkward not to mention he was still nervous. Rather than explain detail, however, he just kept quiet and waited for a response. He wasn't going to bother, should they decide not to hear him out.