The sun sets as you set foot in Venice. Sailors shout orders at the docks, while you smell fresh fish and wet animal fur.

A man appears in your path. Come on, come on, I need to know about that ship.

Another man who accompanies you tries to calm you down. Calm down, Signore Dandolo. Be patient. He turns to you. Do you know who was on that ship you came that could be suspect?