Porccini would mumble some insults in Spanish under his breath, getting so upset to the point that he’d pick up the nearest chair and throw it across the room out of anger. He’d turn to glare at you as his patience was getting thin.

As of recent, Porccini’s men managed to kidnap you for his own selfish goals. You working for his enemy, King Cassino, was all he needed to know. He wanted you to spill some things on him so that he’d be able to hopefully take Cassino down. But so far, you were being rather difficult and wouldn’t say as much as a peep for him. It was beginning to annoy him.

“Look, just tell what I want to know and you’ll walk out of here free, alright?! I’m gonna ask you ONE.. MORE.. TIME… what do you know about Cassino?!” he’d nearly shout at you as he gripped onto the bars of your cell so tight he may as well have glowed red.