Paradisa, unknown.



"You look troubled," Ezio remarked, as she entered.

Lucrezia lingered by the door, with a frown on her face and her hands clasped in front of her. Ezio moved towards her, reaching out a hand, which she reluctantly took.

( I am troubled, she admitted. )

Paradisa, unknown


Ezio shifted his weight, carefully, as to not disturb anything on the windowsill. All was dark in the room, save for the last dying embers of the fire; even the moon in the night sky casted more light, silhouetting him against the window. Once he was inside, he would be entirely cloaked by the shadows.

( The floors creaked the slightest bit under his boots, and he closed the window behind him with a soft click of the latch. )