[Poggio]

Lazily he realized it was time for a break. Plucking a cig from his trusty breast pocket he walked away from the kitchen, realizing that the people would not miss him. Idly he wondered the hallways until he came upon a person standing before a pair of grand doors. It reminded him of a puppy eagerly awaiting a bone. Curiously he walked up to the man, stepping back from the fowl smell of human bodily odor and rotten food. He ventured a poke at the man staring at the doors.