Without further questions, Daemus dismissed you to proceed with your mission.  Desh stopped by his quarters within the Bakkheia to change into a pair of unassuming common attire.  After all, walking around the docks wearing his performance gear might raise a few questions.  To say nothing of how unappealing it may be to patrons to have him smelling of fish for a few days.<br/><br/>As you make your way to the warehouses on the southern side of the dockyard, you are hit by the pungent aroma of fish, seawater, and tar.  The sun is still high in the early afternoon sky and the streets are a bustle with all sorts of workers tending to ships or loading and unloading large crates that sit along the piers.  Occasionally you see an armored man in the attire of Imperia's Civic Legion patrolling the streets to maintain order.  There are ten warehouses that comprise the southern portion of the warehouse district, all numbered accordingly in roman numerals.<br/><br/>It is now up to you to determine which of the ten warehouses contains the group of smugglers in question.  You've all been agents long enough to know that simply barging into each warehouse and systematically sweeping would likely scare the group into hiding making it exceptionally difficult, if not impossible to track.  To say nothing of enticing the interest of the Civic Legion who would likely have a few awkward questions to ask you, potentially leading up to your incarceration.  Though it wouldn't take long for Daemus to pull the strings necessary to spring you from your imprisonment, doing so typically puts him in quite the sour mood.