"Hey," said a voice behind Isaiah as his shoulder was grasped by a strong hand.<br/><br/>"Hello Fredrick," Isaiah said in reply to the voice.<br/><br/>The voice and the hand quickly became a face as a man in the traditional assassins' garb walked around the table to sit opposite from him. He had a handsome face that had a few unfortunate scars running across it, and short cropped brown hair and brown eyes. This was the familiar face of the man who could either be addressed as Isaiah's 'best friend' or 'supervisor'.<br/><br/>"So if you're back here," Fredrick said, "then that means you've taken out another Templar."<br/><br/>"Yes," Isaiah said. "Two in fact. Why are you bringing it up?"<br/><br/>"I've only heard it said sparingly," Fredrick explained, "but I think we can all see evidence of it."<br/><br/>"Of what, Fredrick? You're speaking in riddles."<br/><br/>The assassin sighed. "They continue to send more Templars here, Isaiah. With each one we kill, two more are appearing. They would not send their forces here to die. It is like they are trying to amass an army. But why Venice of all places?"<br/><br/>Isaiah shrugged and continued polishing his blade with a cloth. "I don't know, and I doubt anyone does. Other than whoever is organizing it all."<br/><br/>"Of course," Fredrick said almost bitterly. "You do not know, and you do not care to know as long as you get to kill. Nothing else seems to matter to you."<br/><br/>"Don't make me out to be a demon," Isaiah said, but it was clear he was fighting a smile. "Surely killing for fun is the most heinous thing a man can do."<br/><br/>"Then how about we make a bet?" Fredrick offered. "If you can find out the reason the Templars are building up their forces, and in the process provide a<span style="font-style: italic">reason </span>for killing them, I will acknowledge you as a decent human being. If you fail, then you will be marked eternally as a demon in my mind."<br/><br/>Isaiah let out a small laugh. "That is not quite enough to get me interested," he said. "But I am also curious of the Templars' reasons for their actions. You're on, I accept your challenge," he said, standing up and leaving the tower.<br/><br/>As Isaiah left the tower, he saw a Templar lying on the ground. The man had been fighting death when Isaiah arrived, and it looked like the hooded figure had finally prevailed. Isaiah strode over the the Templar and stood before him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">A demon huh?</span>he thought, just before unleashing a fierce kick upon the corpse, a sickening cracking sound reverberating against the nearby buildings. He laughed out loud to himself,<span style="font-style: italic">Perhaps.</span><br/><br/>So off he went to try and stave off his boredom.