|Curse of the Romani|
Poison all of your targets while blending with the Romanies.
Ezio met the leader of the Romani.
- Ezio: I have seen happier men at the gallows.
- Romani: Crack wise elsewhere, efendim (sir). Today the Byzantines stole half a year's worth of coin from us.
- Ezio: Mi dispiace (I am sorry). Can I help?
- Romani: Perhaps. For centuries my people have been slandered and insulted, labeled witches and warlocks. Well, so be it. We will not run from these lies any more, but embrace them. Encourage these rumors, for it is better to be infamous than ignored.
- Ezio: I like the sound of that.
- Romani: Here is my plan. Every man who touched that chest of coins must die, but discreetly... as if cursed by a Pagan hex. The Romani curse becomes our blessing. Perhaps then people will leave us be.
- Romani: Ah, the old tricks are always the best. Do be careful, Ezio. I hear that chest is cursed.
- Ezio: Where to, bella donna (lovely lady)?
- Romani: This way. And stay alert.
Grabbing the chest, Ezio and the Romani began to make their way back to the Romani camp. As they walked, guards who saw the pair fled at the sight of the Romani.
- Romani: Have you heard the term "gypsy"?
- Ezio: Quite often, sì (yes).
- Romani: Did you know that this word was born from the misapprehension that my people are from Egypt?
- Ezio: You find it offensive?
- Romani: I find it funny. My people are from eastern Persia and beyond. Yet, somehow we have become citizens of a land we have never seen.
- Ezio: People are quick to judge and slow to correct themselves.
- Romani: Psh... People are stupid.
- Ezio: Sometimes.
- Romani: Ezio, the simplest answer is always the best.
Ezio and the Romani arrived at the camp.
- Ezio: You should count it. Make sure everything is there.
- Romani: You have our thanks, Ezio. And you can count on us from here on out. For anything, at any time.
- Ezio: Good to know. If I need, say... to borrow some money, I will ask you.
Ezio befriended the Romani by recovering their stolen money.