Cahin places his hands on both sides of his face gently lifting off his mask, a courtesy he gave only to Baltasar. “I am concerned, there hasn’t been any activity from the Assassins or their Allies.” silence was never a good thing, that was something he learned quickly and at a young age.
— [✠]The barber uncrosses his arms and leans back on the counter of his workshop, at the sight of the younger man's face, Baltasar relaxes (as much as he can ever relax on-duty) and cranes his neck. "Hmmm."
He half-grunts, idly scratching at his chin.I suppose that is bad hijo..."He pauses pensively looking over to his window at the people passing, oh hoe they were blissfully unaware of the situation. "...But they too have lives that don't involve the Brotherhood." Baltasar lowly before he pushes himself off the counter and motions over to Cahin.
Perhaps this is not the answer he seeked but Baltasar's sense of humor was a little off-beat. "A joke. I think they must be planning something... I haven't heard anything from Cesare in a while... Nor have I heard anything from his Papal guards and they are always chasing after those Assassins."
