"Yes, I do. Are you the assassin that I sent for? Never mind, never mind, you must be otherwise you wouldn't know who to look for. I'm thankful I sent you my descriotion in that pigeon mail." He grinned. He tucked his hands into his white trousers, pulling out a bag of coins and handing them to the assassin.
"The festival isn't far from here, but that's where ai fear ambush." He spoke bluntly, bending down to pick up a nearby crate of flowers. "Help me with these will you? There's two more over there." He nodded toward a table with two more flower crates on. The man then turned his back and started walking down the sun-lit streets of Rome.