It is a rainy day at a certain port. Sailors and merchants are gathered in the narrow streets lined with pubs and shops, chatting loudly. A man wearing a black tricorne hat pulled low walks slowly through the crowd. He holds a bottle of liquor in one hand, not even glancing at his surroundings. Then, as he turns a corner, he bumps straight into Guest's shoulder. Gilbert is pushed back a couple of steps. The liquor in the bottle sloshes slightly. He looks down at his shoulder once, then slowly looks up at Guest.