[Poggio]

He narrowed his eyes at the bread. Jinx did not like being told what to do but his stomach argued with him loudly. “I can!” He protested rather proudly at Ciaran. He bit off a chunk of the bread that had been given to him. Instead of eating the bread Jinx started to look around the room. He wondered if there was a water source in the room, like the room he had secretly dubbed hell. The Eccentric had nearly drowned him in that room and his mouth tasted like chemicals for a week.