"What do you mean you won't investigate it!" Liron shouted, face as red as the fur on his tail. "I'm telling you, I just watched that guy drag a girl into his carriage!"
"You must have been seeing things," the officer Liron was addressing, a Lt. Cromwell, didn't even glance down to acknowledge him. "That or you're pulling my leg. Viscount Conrit is a kind and charitable man who is grieving the tragic loss of his late wife. No way he's hauling young women off and butchering them like livestock."
"Do I look like some juvenile delinquent with nothing better to do than prank law enforcement?" Liron demanded. "You know what, don't answer that. Looks aside, this is something I wouldn't lie about! That girl is in real mortal peril and you're losing valuable time writing that citation!"
