â€œIt was my pleasure, miss. May the Father of Understanding guide you,â€ Domenico said to the woman as she left, pocketing the few extra coins she slid him before she took her leave.  He then tended to his work once again, determined to finish that poison today or at least have it in a more complete state to where it functioned how he liked. It was a shame they could not continue their little conversation. Maybe then he would have been able to find out some information on what has been going on, subtly of course since as he said he was merely a doctor. Or was he? Sometimes he liked to think he was something more like an angel of death put on this Earth to both heal and destroy. Some may laugh at such thoughts, but he could not help but wonder at times, as he was sure everyone has crazy fantasies even for someone his age.<br/><br/>Then again maybe he was an angel of death. That was why he survived while his family died. He was chosen by God to serve the people and encourage them to maintain good health.<br/><br/>Domenico was rather proud of this little recipe and he was eager to test it some more. It would have to wait, however, for a few people had come up to him seeking medical attention. They looked a bit shaken, like they had witnessed a horrible bloodbath, and had what looked to be rope burns on their necks. Smiling softly at them Domenico tended to their needs and sent them on their way after they apologized a few times for not having much coin to give him. â€œIâ€™m here to serve the people, amici, regardless of how much Iâ€™m paid.â€ He had said to them. There was a sense of pride in his tone when he spoke to the citizens and he felt good when they smiled back at him. It was always satisfying whenever his customers were pleased.<br/><br/>When he was given a bit of free time by another doctor, Domenico decided to go for a bit of a walk around the city. Knowing the little insects that crawled along the alley ways and rooftops he took great care not to draw too much attention to himself. He decided to head over to the market for a bit, just to get something to quench his thirst. After working for a few hours he realized he was quite parched and felt a little dizzy from the heat. Oddly enough he wasnâ€™t that hungry but he grabbed a bite to eat before he returned to his work anyway.<br/><br/>On his way back, a man stopped him, â€œDomenico, Iâ€™d like a word with you,â€ he didnâ€™t recognize the man but had a feeling he was a Templar. Domenico only saw another opportunity for him to test his poisonâ€¦ As much as he wanted to, however, he knew better than that. He may have done what he liked, but he himself was still a Templar and did not want to go against that.<br/><br/>â€œHow may I help you?â€ He asked the man, keeping to his friendly nature.<br/><br/>â€œJust walk with me, thereâ€™s something I want to discuss with you. I think you might enjoy it as well.â€<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>When he noticed the male of the duo flash his hidden blade, he flinched and looked away, expecting to be stabbed in the abdomen and be left to bleed out right then and there but nothing came. He looked a bit confused for a moment, but then he relaxed after hearing them out. When they mentioned to their little friend who had him restrained that he was not a Templar he couldnâ€™t help but smirk to himself. Assassins were always true to their creed. He had learned that rather quickly when he first learned of this war, as long as he did not show himself to be a threat no blood would be spilled. He didnâ€™t have any intentions of posing much of a threat anyway now that they established they werenâ€™t going to harm him.<br/><br/>After the Assassin released him as instructed, speaking to the other male Assassin before disappearing to the rooftops, Emanuel staggered forward slightly, catching himself on the wall of the building as he covered his mouth and coughed. He was exhausted and hadnâ€™t realized he relied on the man restraining him for a bit of support. His lungs still burned from the smoke bombs he had to run through and his throat was dry as hell, it was almost painful to cough. In all honestly he was quite impressed with himself that he was able to keep up with them without passing out. Had he been ten years younger and a few pounds lighter he wouldnâ€™t have a problem keeping up with them. He was starting to get a little older now and that was definitely quite the workout; he wasnâ€™t even going to subtly pretend he was an athlete let alone have the potential to be one.<br/><br/>â€œHeâ€™s right, Iâ€™m not a Templar,â€ he said hoarsely, straightening his posture as he collected himself, a slight edge to his tone though he was actually somewhat calm, â€œthey just hold my leash.â€<br/><br/>There was little tension between him and the Assassins but he still eyed them cautiously as they eyed him. He kept his arms at his sides but did not reach for his blade as he was not looking for a fight. Emanuelâ€™s posture was rather relaxed, calm, and his expression was neutral. There was a part of him that was nervous but that was just him being a little oversensitive and a bit irritated that he had gotten himself caught. He needed to get back in shape, he told himself, exhaling heavily through his nose to further relax.<br/><br/>Giving a slight shrug, he said, â€œYou know, itâ€™s the strangest thingâ€¦ and I wonâ€™t say it was one of my better ideas. I suppose being a pain in the ass for the everyday citizen is a part of my job description, however that being said I suppose you wouldnâ€™t mind telling me what the hell went on back there.â€ Emanuel made no effort to hide being a bit nosey. As he said, it was his job, and considering the Templars never told him a damn thing even if he went and asked them maybe he could get something out of the Assassins. This violence outbreak was ridiculous and he was sure they felt the same way. He was just looking out for the city in his own wayâ€¦<br/><br/>And hell, maybe if given the chance he would casually bring up his family being threatened by the Templars. In a way, perhaps he followed them, seeking help though he wouldnâ€™t exactly come out and say it.