[Poggio]

He looked at the cup, resting his elbow on the hard wood, rather then speaking he gave the man his burliest grunt. He looked around seeing other men drinking out of the tall brass cups and he lifted to do the same. The taste was a mixture of something putrid and metal. Bravely he downed the rest of it. His entire body shook as he gasped for air slamming the cup down against the counter.