Isaiah resolved to use his right arm as little as possible for a while: it hurt too much when he moved it. The assassin finished his bread and water using only his left hand, and was rewarded for his efforts by the sight of the brother of the Templar who'd wounded him, and his guest. Isaiah had no particular grudge against Renaldo, and really, he didn't have much reason to grudge against his sister either. Sure she'd drugged him, but it wasn't her fault the brothel they were in caught fire. All the same... they'd probably try to kill each other if they ever met again.<br/><br/>Isaiah offered a crooked smile in return to Renaldo's nod. The man's guest made his way to a couch and sat down, also offering the fair-haired assassin a nod. It looked like the guy was trying to relax, and clearly he didn't want to be bothered. Oh well. With Fredrick sleeping and Isaiah being isolated for hours, he needed something to occupy him.<br/><br/>With a sharp hiss, the Assassin pulled himself to his feet and made his way over to the Tower's visitor, lowering himself onto the couch with a similar pained gasp. The guy looked relatively normal, but he was in the Assassin's Tower, and, "Do I smell blood on you?" Isaiah asked with an amused smirk. "Long day?" he chuckled.