You're walking in the Florence of 1476 year, the city's sky is beautiful and you just can't help but look at it and get distracted from watching the road. You bump into a young man with a scar on his lip. He sure was whispering to himself "Damn Vieri De' Paci..." before bumping into you. -Hey! Watch where you're going, sconosciuto... You turn back as he walks away and decide ot stop him and talk to him.