[ ... So, anyone who encounters Ezio at the festival will notice a little boy tagging along. Ezio looks troubled more often than not; why this place decided to remind him of his dead little brother, he will never understand. He's aware of the fact that this isn't Petruccio; nothing can bring back the dead, and when Ezio offers the boy a feather pendant, the little boy doesn't react as he should.

... Ah, whatever. He'll enjoy the festival as much as he can with the reminder of his failures walking along behind him. Ezio's still getting used to everything in this world, so food? He's trying a lot of it. Games? Sure, why not. He's really good at the knife-throwing game. Test your strength? It's a chance to show off.

And soon enough, he gathers up quite a few prizes. So whoever he runs into will get Ezio clearing his throat. ]

Signore-- [ or signora ] --would you like to take some of these off my hands?

[ After the ghost of his little brother who died far too young is gone, Ezio can go back to traveling. It bothers the hell out of him that he can climb the tallest building in Florence, but he can't climb a damned ledge that's only feet high. Anyone who passes by will notice Ezio spouting curses at the thing. ]

Figlio d'un cane... There is clearly sorcery at work here.

[ ... Alternately, Ezio's in Goldenrod City, checking it out a little! And he's considering climbing one of those tall buildings. But something catches his eye. ]

Trubbish...

[ The Litten at his side puffs up and hisses, tail switching in irritation. ]

Easy now, piccina. It seems this one wants to join us. But a nickname... Claudia, [ he says, addressing the cat, ] what do you think of "Rodrigo"? A fitting name, no?

[ ... As it turns out, as much respect as Ezio's learned to display for the dead, he can be pretty petty. ]