[Ezio memorized everything the attendants had told him. The woman's words swam in his head over and over as he weaved through the crowd. The rain didn't bother him much and his robes provided enough protection from the downpour.
What does bother him, though, is the distinct lack of information. The words in what he could tell is a marketplace are indistinct, so he takes to listening to the people. Over and over they repeat things of an oncoming war. Panic. Fear. Determination.
He continues on to the housing area now. He'd rather find the place he was given to stay in and then come back for supplies. It doesn't stop him from exploring the area a little bit though.]
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What does bother him, though, is the distinct lack of information. The words in what he could tell is a marketplace are indistinct, so he takes to listening to the people. Over and over they repeat things of an oncoming war. Panic. Fear. Determination.
He continues on to the housing area now. He'd rather find the place he was given to stay in and then come back for supplies. It doesn't stop him from exploring the area a little bit though.]