As he made his way back up and out of the Brotherhood's Headquarters once more, Ezio breathed in deeply of the fresh air all around him, and then made his way back up to the rooftops once more. Once up there, however, Ezio caught sight of a lone figure up on a low, hilly cliffside. What he could see of their movements seemed rather furtive, but since they – whoever they would turn out to be – didn't have the baleful red glow of one of the Brotherhood's enemies, Ezio felt safe enough investigating on his own.
Returning to ground-level quickly, once he'd both run out of buildings and managed to find a secluded place to do so, Ezio continued on his way, up the cliff to meet up with whoever it was that had drawn his attention. It turned out to be a man, one who'd all-too-recently suffered the loss of his clearly beloved wife to the Borgia and their machinations within Roma. Agreeing to give what aid he could to the grieving man was entirely simple, under the circumstances, and so Ezio found himself being directed to the Caracalla Baths.
Apparently the hunting-grounds of whichever of the Borgia's lackeys he was going to be coming to grips with.
Making his way out to that very location, Ezio concealed himself within the milling crowds, calling up his second-sight so that he would be able to tell just who among them would be his target for this excursion. As it turned out, however, his current target was obliging enough to reveal themselves by dashing past him, fresh-seeming blood dripping from a dagger that they had clearly just used not such a long time ago.
Taking chase, Ezio found that where before he might have found himself surprised to be pursuing a woman, after having dealt seen how Lucrezia Borgia was such an eager aid to her perverse madman of a brother, he only found himself wondering what this woman's story might have been. However, even as she died on the end of his short sword, Lia di Russo – her name had proven to be all that she'd been willing to give him – carried such a story to her grave.
He thought it a rather sad thing, that a woman who would have otherwise had a long, happy life ahead of her had chosen to waste it in service to the Templars; of course, there may well have been those who held the same sentiment towards him among that very faction.
Sighing, Ezio pushed his odd, melancholy musings aside, Ezio continued on his way through the outskirts of Roma. There may well have been other people who needed his help in such a place, but for one reason or another found themselves unable to make contact with the Brotherhood in the usual way. Aside from such concerns as those – pressing though they might well have been – Ezio found that his stroll through the countryside helped him to become both relaxed an alert.
The tension that he'd naturally come to feel, after having spent so long being about the Brotherhood's business as he had been of late, drained away as he watched the long grasses waving in the wind and felt the sun-warmed breeze across his skin.