The man continued to protest to Wildfire dragging him away from the bar, but when she got to her room, she dropped him on the floor.
"You forgot your meeting with me," she snapped. He attempted to stand, but was already too drunk to do so.
"Umm..." he mumbled, trying to think of a way to calm her temper. Finally, he said, "I have the information you want."
Wildfire took a small bag of money and tossed it to the man. He handed her a collection of seemingly useless items. She stared at them with a frown and looked back at the man.
"They're clues!" he insisted. "I couldn't figure them out, but I'm sure you can!"
"Right," she muttered. Then, raising her voice, she said, "You know what's going to happen to you if I find that you lied to me."
"I'm not that stupid," he complained. Wildfire grinned and opened the door.
"Out," she ordered. He left obediently, in such a hurry that he forgot his money. Wildfire grinned. The information hadn't cost her anything at all. Meanwhile, the man had returned to the bar and was in the process of drinking himself into a hole.