"Ooooh the Big Bad Wolf. He's in a bit of foul mood, then again, not like that's new." Ozma said as she slipped from behind her table. Her thick twisted hair settled on her shoulder and bounced as she walked over to the girl, hands clasped behind her back. "But, I can take you to him Though I can't promise he won't eat you on the spot." Her breath held a light tinge of alcohol. Obviously this was not the normal Ozma but any fable could feel the power emanating from her.