Ezio Auditore de Firenze
It’s so strange the many places a job can lead, especially the horrible ones. The horrible, horrible ones. The Cad Bane job, specifically. Did you know that guys like that keep in touch? Some sort of a union thing, apparently.
You can imagine my surprise when I opened my mailbox and a (rather upset) messenger pigeon was stuffed inside. Taking the scroll off its leg, then disinfecting and bandaging my hands, I unrolled the scroll and… couldn’t read it. Taking a picture of it with my phone and running it through Google Translate, turns out it’s in Italian and a request for a photoshoot with an Ezio Auditore de Firenze. Turns out, he wants the same deal Cad Bane had. He’s a busy guy and he wanted a shot of him on the job. No problem, I can do that.
Then the knife came out.
“You may take my photo now.”
I’d like a change of pants and a boring office job, please.
Was it something I said?