Leylia picked through the tossed office, her eyebrows furrowed. Renard looked calm, but she could see the fury written on the tiny details of his face. She began to sift through loose papers, trying to figure out which ones belonged to which folders and files. Bahamut popped out of her wrist, spreading tiny wings he had developed over the past two weeks.
He squeaked, it was toned with a growl that his small body barely managed to rattle out.
"I don't know," Leylia replied, then looked to Renard.
"Bloody rozzers," he suddenly snarled.
"Huh?" she asked. It was the first time Leylia had heard him use a voice that wasn't pleasant, and the first time she heard him use words that she didn't understand.
"They toss the place, no warrant, no writ of any kind," he continued, pushing empty folders around, gathering books and smashing them on top of each other with more force than necessary. "They were looking for Bahamut, or something about him."
"How would they even know of him?"
"Someone's pulling their strings, some yup."
"You're acting really paranoid you know," Leylia said.
"You should be too." Renard lifted his arm, and a dragon with an elegant body type materialized there. He had blue scales, the edged looked seared.
"What? Are they going to come after me next?"
"Yes."
"Want me to call them rozzers?"
"Try oiks."
"Will they even understand what I'm calling them?"
"Only if they've been to the UK."
Leylia was relieved that Renard seemed to have calmed down now, speaking in his usual tone. Clyde, the blue dragon, ruffled his wings, snorting. Steam issued from his nostrils.
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