11 mercenaries stood around Aris, all of their faces obviously plastered with their satisfaction of capturing their prey. Even Eve's appearance failed to stymie their joy.<br/><br/>"Whoa, Jesus. Another little bitch to capture," one of them cheered. As two of the men held Aris's hands in a death-grip, the rest drew out their swords and shields. Emblazoned on the shield of the men was the image of a winged lion holding a sword with one of its paws.<br/><br/>Silas, still hanging from the tree, away from the attention of the mercenaries, stared at the emblazoned coat of arms. He had seen that before somewhere.<br/><br/>"The Doge will be pleased with this!" one of the mercenaries yelled out. He slapped his hands together like a thug and grinned at Eve like one would grin at a free bag of gold.<br/><br/>"Doge..." Silas mumbled underneath his breath. "Genoa, Pisa or Venezia?"<br/><br/>------<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Back at the mansion</span><br/><br/>Ashton rolled on her side, staring towards the door of her personal quarters. With barely anything on except pants, what she tried to hide would be plainly obvious to anyone who barged in. But nobody would dare to, anyway.<br/><br/>Her eyes slowly closed, with a smile on her face. The few guests in her house would no longer be her problem tomorrow, like the memories of the past.