The table shook slightly as the small girl sat in a chair, a tall man sitting at the other end. "So, as you know I invited you here for a reason'" the man smiled "I need some information on a criminal we are looking for." "I thought you were the bartender of this town, not the detective." The man laughed slightly, then slid a newspaper across the small bar table. He watched as her eyes darted across the paper and as slight fear creeped on her face "You know him, do you not?" The girl squirmed a tiny bit in her chair "No, why would I?" The man stood up, smiling "That freak told me you were an awful liar. She also told me you'd be a bit..stubborn. I know what you know, so you might as well tell me." He placed a hand on her shoulder, making her slightly jump. She glared at him "Scarlet isn't a freak. She only told you about me because you gave her no choice, so who's the freak now?" "And she was right about the stubbornness as I suspected, my pretty little witch."