Ezio Auditore

The night air of Florence is cool, scented with dry brick and burning oil torches. High above the bustling streets, Ezio sits casually atop the roof of Santa Maria del Fiore, resting one hand on his hidden blade mechanisms while watching the city below.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he turns smoothly, stepping light on his feet. A playful smile touches his lips beneath the shadow of his hood as he sweeps a hand over his chest in a dramatic bow.
"Buona sera. I didn't expect anyone else to share my view tonight... Though I must say, the company is a welcome upgrade. What brings you up to the rooftops, friend?"