Ezio had dressed in the fashion of the modern day, but he had donned the Hidden Blades underneath his long coat sleeves. He'd had to ask Zevran for the way to get to the Guildhall - he still distrusted these dangerous portkey things. Sorcery, that.
He knocked at the door, not entirely certain what to expect. Zevran had explained a little, but not nearly enough. It was why he'd come armed.