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Aramaeus felt the world spinning as he was all but dragged along, confusion still addling his mind. Where even was he? Where was he going? Did these beasts know who he was? "Minimaeus Lemons," he managed to slur out, trying to give his title and rank, "Araestry of Justip. I manden you leelee...

Aramaeus frowned as he heard angry shouts from around him, blobs of color moving about. Why was everyone so upset? Where even was he? He'd been chasing something, but then... Somebeast touched his jacket, and he flapped his paw ineffectually at the beast intruding on his personal space...

Aramaeus first blanched white, then flushed a bright red. "Y- You-" he sputtered, seeming to struggle to find words. "You aren't surely suggesting attending a - a bacchanal of indiscriminate carnality!" He shifted a bit, pulling his coat about him to better obscure what might or might not be...

Aramaeus's vision swam, and for a moment he wondered if he'd punctured straight through the hull of the boat and into the canal. It certainly smelled enough of fish, and he could swear he was stuck amidst a school of them. There was something off-white and official looking, a paper, floating in...

Aramaeus chased the page all the way to Duskshambles, though he was wheezing by the time he reached the canal. He stopped at the edge, horror on his face as the pages blew over the side. Gasping for air, he couldn't explain to the squirrel the importance of the document he'd lost, nor inform...

Aramaeus had done it. He'd finally done it. It had taken weeks, many long hours of unpaid overtime spent running between departments and ministries, talking to a few dozen secretaries and a half dozen different officials, laying his case out again and again, but it had all paid off. At long...

Aramaeus nodded, wondering what this 'Silver Sisters' was like. He rarely got out into the city's nightlife; vices were seen as unbecoming of an officer of Justice, and even a drinking problem could be enough to label a beast as unreliable, tanking a promising career. "That is suitable for me,"...

Aramaeus bit his lip, trying to settle the queasy feeling in his stomach. Technically speaking, he assured himself, he was not providing any legal consultation to the fox; he was merely provisioning him with forms, and the requisite instructions, that were in theory publicly available. He surely...

Aramaeus considered the offer, weighing it carefully. Unfortunately it was the sort of request that was far above his station; he had no decision-making authority in such matters, and it would be a conflict of interest for him to be acting as a legal representative in opposition to the...

Aramaeus examined the map, tracing over the chaotic lines of the Slups. He made a small, thoughtful "Hmm" noise as he considered the problem laid out before him. "As you mentioned, most of the laws tilt in favor of the municipal government. There's any number of laws that could be invoked to...

Aramaeus felt a twinge of disappointment as the offer of public redress was turned down in favor of private settlement. Well, he supposed, even the best barristers often had clients who settled out of court before a case could be brought. A small hiccup in his career to be sure, but not a...

Aramaeus sighed in relief as the terms of recompense were more or less accepted. He came over to Ivo's side to examine the map, glancing up at the badger's hemming and hawing. "I can direct you to the nearest Fogey precinct, with a letter of recommendation," he noted. "I can then file a writ of...

Hearing that the auctioneer intended to press charges was to Aramaeus's extreme satisfaction - up until the moment he realized that he didn't actually have any pawcuffs. His eyes started scanning the shelves, looking for any that might happen to be for sale. He'd finally spotted a pair hanging...

Aramaeus, initially, felt a surge of disappointment as the compass went flying. Well, there went his entire case. If the compass was broken, then there was no way to prove that it had been fraudulent; and, if it wasn't broken, the amateur auctioneer could still claim that its magic has been...

Aramaeus let out a sound not unlike air rushing into an unsealed well, a deep, hollow grown as the weight was removed from him. He leaned on the countertop, surreptitiously attempting to push against it to help relax his compressed spine. To his dismay, it didn't quite seem to be working. He...