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Nadiah looked blankly at the open sky to clear her head. The local prison wasn't incredibly far from the train due to criminal transit but the officer in his infinite wisdom hadn't bothered to give a description or even what species this visitor belonged to. They hadn't a clue if it was Loatus Krylya Polzivat Familiar Kholat or even a Koldun. Nevertheless it could be an easy fix, as the station guards could certainly recall someone going on consistent visit. They began walking towards the station. Whitfield did not have the normal serenity it was accustomed to in the spring and fall. the three walked in and out of market street venders all people who knew more than a primary trade. There were a few Krylya gliding urgently overhead, making business perhaps to farther places. The street grew gradually softer in noise as they continued onward. The precinct was just ahead.

Kayla moved forward ahead of the both of the familiar and grabbed for the brass handle on the marble oak door. a gust of warm air pooled out and the three stepped inside. it was relatively clean and it seemed that the floor had been recently polished. An officer was at the table with a shepherd dog familiar at his feet struggling to stay awake. "Can I help you folks?" the table officer inquired. Kayla put her hands on the counter and tapped urgently. "We are on a case to find a few racketeers," she explained looking towards the jail hall door, "We've got a lead that's more of an incident than a suspect. We heard there's a visitor who's more or less a regular, do you think you could identify him if you saw him?" The officers eyebrows shot up. "Ah, yes. However, what qualifies you three to have such information?" Fenrir shuttered and sniffed lightly. "We can give serial numbers" Kayla said. The officer pulled out a sort of breadboard at the ready.
"W-H-1-7-E-2-U-N" said Kayla
"C-2-4-K-5-H-0-T" said Nadiah
"N-1-7-3-V-0-L-K" said Fenrir
The officer tapped the corresponding levers and read out. "All registered. I'll keep this silent for the sake of confidentiality. Too many listening ears"