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Aramaeus nodded in what he hoped was a sagacious fashion. "The Ministry, as always, continues to pursue cases of the utmost importance to the rule of law," he stated. "Of course, as they are ongoing and highly sensitive, I cannot discuss these openly. However," he added, lifting his chin, "I...

Aramaeus, for his part, seemed to miss the discomfort directed his way as he accepted the marten's paw. "Likewise," he remarked. "No hard feelings about your reaction; I appreciate a beast willing to act swiftly to rid the streets of a public menace. In fact, if you ever see what looks like me...

Aramaeus nodded in acknowledgement of both femmes' points. "There's trade-offs to ministry service," he acknowledged. "Any contract trades benefits for burdens. It's simply a matter of finding what is more bearable for yourself." His gaze slid to Izakis again, blushing at the blown kiss. He...

Aramaeus nodded along with the femmes' introductions, though he did blush a little bit at the details of the skink's work. Well, such things happened, he reminded himself; one couldn't blame someone for supplying (at least legally) what was demanded. "If your licenses are all up-to-date," he...

Aramaeus chuckled at the defiance of the rat in the face of sound health advice. Before his injury, he'd implicitly considered himself invulnerable, or, at least, not the sort of beast such things happened to. He'd been proven wrong. "I appreciate the fashion advice," he told the group of...

Aramaeus should feel uncomfortable surrounded by the femmes, one of whom was a woodlander (not, he would insist, that he had any problems with woodlanders; some of his closest friends were woodlanders), one of whom was a lizard and possibly a courtesan of some kind, and one of whom was quite...

Astoundingly, between the care and concern demonstrated by the two unfamiliar femmes, Aramaeus found his headache lessening, his nausea subsiding. It was a new thing for him, to have anyone expressing this much concern for his well-being, and for once, Aramaeus smiled. Then a drunkard came...

Aramaeus listened, one paw massaging at the bridge of his snout to try to relieve the mounting headache. The hedgehog was making an excellent point, which he didn't appreciate. He wanted to do something foolish, something that would backfire and would give him someone or something to blame if...

Aramaeus sighed, the irritation born more from the uncomfortable itch of truth rising to the surface than from any upset at the medical practitioner. "I just... I don't want to miss my opportunity when it comes," he admitted. "I've been working my way up for two decades, and I know I'll be...

Aramaeus nodded, hating how the world swam slightly as he did so. "Asking for bigger print might be a problem," he noted. "The Ministry uses standard typeface for all its reports, and many of our agents have atrocious penmanship." He sighed, looking weary. "Plus," he continued, "the Ministry has...

Aramaeus pulled his paw away from the wound, grimacing at her question. "On a daily basis, if I try reading fine print for too long, then the world swims when I get up," he explained. "I'll get headaches just from reading too long as well. Not exactly ideal in my line of work. The longer I try...

Aramaeus felt himself swaying as the weight came away, and he less sat than collapsed onto the bench. He blinked in surprise at the hedgehog's question, looking up at her in befuddlement. "Yes," he admitted. "A few weeks back. Fell through the roof of a barge. Had an aphasia for a bit. At least...

Aramaeus breathed heavily, swaying a bit even with the hedgehog's support. He was practically panting, the oppressive heat of the day seeming to double the weight on his shoulders. "Not sure," he admitted, his eyes having trouble focusing. Since his head injury a few weeks prior, he'd found...

Aramaeus winced as the femme asked him a question he could certainly answer, though the way he'd been told to answer such questions filled him with anticipatory dread. "Well, you can certainly head there-" he did a spin on one footpaw, staggering a bit as he pointed in the vague direction of the...

Aramaeus couldn't quite keep the fatigue from straining his voice as he replied, half-heartedly jumping from footpaw to footpaw in an attempt to match the foolery he'd been instructed to provide. "Aye, I'm the Badge of the Ministry of Justice! Just remember anytime you see me, we're here to...