Renaldo had a small trouble processing what he was hearing. Isaiah was already attacked? And yet he was alive to tell about it. Glancing between the two men, Renaldo stood quiet and waited patiently while Fredrick tended to Isaiah's wounds. His thoughts were running rampant. Had Nicolina really allowed her target to live? That was one of the first teachings of the Templars to their most basic of killers; never allow the target to live longer than necessary. She had exposed herself to Isaiah, and had allowed his to live. That violated the first rule. What other rules had she broken?<br/><br/>A small bit of panic rushed through him and Renaldo took a small breath. "Fredrick, would you mind if I spoke with Isaiah a moment?" He asked quietly but sternly. He waited a moment until Fredrick left before looking at Isaiah.<br/><br/>"You do realize how incredibly luck you are?" Renaldo said, crossing his arms over his chest gently. "Then sent a trained killer after you....how did you escape?" He asked. Part of him just wanted answers about Nicolina. Another part of him was seriously concerned about other Assassin's as well as Isaiah. There was a reason that Renaldo was so good during his missions; he wasn't trained by Assassin mentors, he was trained by a Templar. And from what he had over heard, Renaldo was almost certain that Nicolina was just as deadly.<br/><br/>----------<br/><br/>"Good evening, how may I be of service?"<br/>"I would like a room for the evening." Nicolina said, fishing out a few coins from her pocket and handing them to the lady at the counter. She counted them before smiling and nodding to herself.<br/>"Right this way." She said, taking a key from a draw and leading Nicolina upstairs to her bedroom.<br/>"Thank you." Nicolina said before closing the door behind the lady.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, Nicolina sat down on the bed, taking off her boots and slowly disarming herself. She tucked a dagger under her pillow, and kept the rest under the bed near her boots. Keeping most of her clothes on, Nicolina fell back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She was doing her best not to let her mind wander.<br/><br/>Instead, she simply closed her eyes and hoped for the best that sleep would come easily. Tomorrow, she'd have a fresh start to look at everything that had happened tonight. Tomorrow she could rethink her strategy. And this time, she wouldn't mess anything up.