[Poggio]

Kaleb trashed about on the mans shoulder. “Put me... down!” Riding on a strangers shoulder would have been enjoyable if he wasn't a paper sack, nor the man reek of dirt. He gagged a little before he learned to breathe through his mouth, but still he could taste the stench in the back of his mouth. “It... wasn't the circus sir.” Kaleb wondered why this mans head was so scrambled. At least they were moving towards the castle. Kaleb rested an elbow in the mans back munching on what was left of his food while he could. Judging by the differences in the ground they were getting close. Kaleb realized that he didn't even know the lords name. Slowly he was getting sick. All the bread rose to the surface spilling over the lords back, adding to the smell of dirt and blood. Kaleb swatted at the clumps of bread that clung to the mans jacket hoping he wouldn't notice.