Orpheus stared at Roxane, not very amused. "Come now, I know you can sing even louder."

"I'd rather not, thank you," the young woman said defiantly.

"You will, or you know exactly what I'll do."

Suddenly, Roxane began to sing as loud as she could. Orpheus cracked a tiny smile in his thin lips.

"All right now, you can stop now," he chuckled. "Now, you know what I really want."

"Hmm, yes, your singing is quite good." Startled, Orpheus turned around to see a raven-haired lady with strangely tight-fitting clothes. She looked bored, twirling a lock of her hair.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

"My name is Misa," the lady answered coolly. "Where is the Fire-Dancer?"

"Heh. I'll never tell you that." The pale man leaned back coyly. "Why do you want to know, anyway?"

"That is a secret," Misa answered simply. "Let me rephrase that. Tell me where Dustfinger is."

"No way!" Orpheus was starting to get aggravated. "Let's make a deal. You tell me why you want to know where he is, and I'll tell you where he is. Got it?"

Misa remained silent for a long time. Finally, she spoke. "Fine. Tell me where he is first, and I'll tell you my purposes."

"All right. He's just-"

Roxane silenced him immediately. "I know Misa well. Don't say a word."

"How do you know this lady?" Orpheus hissed.

"She…was in my past."

"Uh-huh…"

"Just…don't tell her anything, all right?"

Orpheus wasn't quite sure what to do. He was curious about this strange woman on Roxane's farm…but he was curious about how she got here, too. He was going to have to do some digging for information.

He was going to pay a visit to some old friends.