<span style="font-style: italic">Doge Henry Dandolo's Mansion, Genoa</span><br/><br/>The men dumped the sack onto the floor with the tell-tale sound of 2 bodies within it.<br/><br/>Seated within the grand hall of a mansion that stuck of riches even greater than Sir Ashton's own homestead, an elderly man sat atop a high-back chair made of the finest mahogany, looking with great boredom at the sack. This beardless old man wore a wide-brimmed hat of finest purple stripes, and his own robes that reached from neck to foot were of luxurious purple silk.<br/><br/>"What do we have here?" he asked. His voice crackled with age and poison.<br/><br/>One of the mercenaries stood in front of the rest, digging his hand into the sack. With some effort, he lifted up the unconscious angel from it.<br/><br/>"This is a girl we have found. She is of great status-"<br/><br/>Dandolo wrinkled his nose. "What's that smell?"<br/><br/>"Hey Jimmy!" one of the men yelled, drawing the attention of the rest. "Stop stinking in there! You're pissing off His Grace!"<br/><br/>Loud bellows of laughter came from the group, and the Doge only rolled his eyes and sighed. "Bury that damn corpse<span style="font-style: italic">somewhere</span>."<br/><br/>He sat up, his eyes narrowing on the unconscious Aris. "What status? Nobility? Royalty?"<br/><br/>The man who held up Aris smiled, smacking her awake with a hand. "Fly away, birdie," he cooed mockingly into her face.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Silas gasped, clutching at his throat where Nathaniel had held him so tightly.<br/><br/>"Please don't do that again. Please."<br/><br/>He looked towards the mansion. Where was Sir Ashton?<br/><br/>"Did you get his assistance?" asked Silas, looking down towards Nathaniel and the others. "Sir Ashton's?"