A man must be

[mentore]

Date & Time: November 17th, all day
Location: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE IN THE HOLD
Characters: Ezio Auditore and YOU!
Summary: Ezio is exploring the Hold
Warnings: None as of yet


[Ezio is a man of knowledge. The more he knew, the better prepared he could be for anything and everything possible. Too often has he seen people caught off-guard and fail for one single missing piece of information.

As it happens, he's trying to learn the layout of the Hold. The quickest routes in, the most complicated ones, the buildings more adequate for climbing and scouting. You can find him nearly anywhere in his Assassin garb, hood on, stalking about the place.]

Comments

[mentore]

You're welcome.

[He eyes the place for a little, though it doesn't seem too different from the brothels of the time.

So far at least.

He moves in to open the door, pushing his hood off.]

[bitch_is_back]

[Meg stops in the door.]

Sure you don't want that drink? Last chance.

[He didn't seem interested earlier, but he can change his mind.]

[mentore]

Ladies first.

[He'll follow in once she's inside.]

[bitch_is_back]

[Meg smiles and enters. She goes to the bar and claims a stool.]

I'll have a whiskey and coke.

[A glance goes to the man so he can order what he'd like.]

[mentore]

[He cocks an eyebrow. Really all he knows is wine...]

The same.

[bitch_is_back]

[Meg smiles a bit as the drinks are delivered. She lifts hers up.]

Cheers. So where're you from, Ezio?

[ooc: Sorry for the delay! Was sick in bed a few days.]

[mentore]

((ooc: no problem! health first bro))

[He lifts his as well.]

Cheers.

[He sips a bit from it. Not too bad, if a bit strong compared to his usual fare of wine.]

Nowhere near this place or time.

[bitch_is_back]

Yeah, I figured that.

[Judging from his clothing alone.]

News flash, handsome, none of us are.

[mentore]

I doubt you are from any time close to mine.

[bitch_is_back]

What was your first guess?

[She doubts it as well.]

[mentore]

The way you speak, the way you handle yourself.

[bitch_is_back]

You're perceptive. I'll bet not many here are from your time.

[mentore]

[He smirks slightly as he takes another drink.]

So it seems.