[Poggio]

Robin picked up his speed running as fast as he could, however it was not fast enough. The Queen helped his prince into her sleigh. With one word, mush, the sleigh propelled forward in a blinding blizzard of snow leaving Robin to fall face forward into black slush. Her joyous laughter taunted him as they disappeared. He slumped his way back to the inn but the man turned him away. The prince was no longer his guide and it proved that their kindness was only an illusion. Once young girl was kind enough to lend Robin some fresh clothes. He fought against the cold trying to search for help. He didn't realize how dangerously close his wondering had brought him to the towns edge. He stopped an elderly peddler woman shrouded in a black cloak gestured towards him. She was carrying a basket of blue roses.