[Poggio]

Rococo waltzed into the tavern like he owned the place. He brushed past several ruffians to get to the bar and hopefully get himself some of the gruel of the day. Among those he brushed past was a young lady sitting at the bar. She looked as thought she was waiting for something. He paid her no mind after his quick glance over but like his luck to day, Rococo found himself in possession of the purse the girl had stolen. To him he assumed he had just gotten himself a free lunch.