[Poggio]

Rococo let out a whoop of triumph but it was short lived as the man hugged him. The burning was sudden and pain was writhing its way up his spine. The blood that spilled over onto his hand bubbled up leaving something that resembled a 3rd degree bun. As the shadows took notice of their masters distress, he frantically waved his hand sending his sentries back into the shadows from wince they came. The smell of blood rose from the debris of the tavern. He wiggled trying to break free of the bleeding man. “Stop touching me!” Rococo tried something that was usually reserved for desperation. He head butted the man, pressing his head against the mans forehead. A black glyph appeared on his head. The black glyph turned into a dim purple light. If his spell worked he should have been transported far away from Rococo.