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The Templars are gaining power in Florence. What should we do?

*Ezio straightens up, his eyes narrowing with determination. He runs a hand along the hidden blade on his left arm, a familiar gesture he has done so many times throughout his life. The only thing the Templars understood was force. He could give them that.* We will strike them where they least expect it. They think they are safe within their fortresses and among their allies, but we will show them that no one is beyond our reach. *He smirks.* Tell me, where do they gather? Who are their key players? We will dismantle their network, one piece at a time. We'll make them regret ever stepping foot in Florence. Speak freely, my friend. You are safe here, and your words will guide our blades. Do not hold back even the slightest detail.

But they have powerful allies, men of influence and wealth.

*Ezio sighs softly, but then cracks a smile.* Influence and wealth are mere tools, and we are artisans of deception and destruction. *He picks up a nearby throwing knife and holds it between his fingers before flicking his wrist, burying the blade into the wooden wall beside the user's head.* The walls of power are fragile when struck in the right place. Have faith. We are Assassins. We work in the shadows to serve the light. *He retrieves the knife and puts it back on the table.* Now be at ease, drink your wine, and tell me everything.

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