[Connor isn't about to let Ezio do all the work. He moves with a liquid ease through the crowd, passing by people with a surprising ease. He keeps his head a bit low, the tip of his hood dipping down but his senses ultimately never leaving his target, even as he rounds the corner.
He's not about to lose the other so easily, not here and not now. He slides around the corner, his boots barely making a scuffing noise on the ground as he follows, stops when he gets to close and leans against a wall to wait until their distance is acceptable once more.
All the while he is looking to the side on occasion, eyeing the buildings here and there, committing the streets to memory in the back of his mind. He will need this later and he knows it. May as well take in what he can since this character is determined to give him a thorough walk around.
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He's not about to lose the other so easily, not here and not now. He slides around the corner, his boots barely making a scuffing noise on the ground as he follows, stops when he gets to close and leans against a wall to wait until their distance is acceptable once more.
All the while he is looking to the side on occasion, eyeing the buildings here and there, committing the streets to memory in the back of his mind. He will need this later and he knows it. May as well take in what he can since this character is determined to give him a thorough walk around.
Now... where is he going?]