[Poggio]

The smug sneer of satisfaction returned to Rococo's face. Now it was his turn to badger the young man for answers. He crawled over to the man producing the dagger and holding it to his throat. “You will answer my questions or you will die, Stranger.” There were no need for whispers but Rococo kept his voice low. “ What are you? How did you interfere with my magic, and why did you bring this girl child with you.” His eyes narrowed into diamond slits.