He was still on the defensive.  He couldn't get past the mystery that surrounded this woman.  He had lived a long time, traveling far and wide, and rarely these days did he find such a puzzle as this one.  It was probably the one reason he allowed her to remain at the table.<br/><br/>He decided to indulge her questions.  "Witches are just the beginning.  They are vile creatures who serve a dark, blood-thirsty daemon.  Nothing more than common street dogs who eat their own filth."<br/><br/>Another long tug at the mug emptied it.  The drops that had spilled into his beard had interestingly turned a crimson shade as they ran the length of the hair.<br/><br/>"And where do you draw the line...lady."  He used a respectful title on his unnamed table guest in an effort to begin unlocking the mystery.