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A mostly quiet building.
There are dogs waiting for their owners, current or future or former, and an examination room, and a wooden counter between the office proper and the waiting room.
It's quiet, now quite a while since sunset.
The only employee is doing inventory.
"Sure. Last night, I said I had something to tell you. I started to explain, and I said I could give you proof."
"Magic is real, people are in danger, and you and I both know my mom didn't do this."
"I want you to meet someone. Don't freak out. Kobold, you can come now. No hide."
She peeks out from behind the couch, takes in the scene, and then goes to stand by Scott, being careful not to make any sudden movements and generally being pretty hesitant about the whole thing.
"Hello."
"This is the kobold. It hasn't called itself anything else, so I'm just calling them that. We're learning English. Kobold show magic? Ilva water?"
"Okay."
Her water bowl is still on the table by the couch; she teleports it into her hands and checks the sheriff's reaction.
"Magic. Okay."
He sits on the couch.
"You realize this doesn't make things much easier. I still have to find out how this person got to your house, I have to clear this case up somehow. And you don't know who actually did this, if it isn't your mother."
"I can learn. I will learn why this happened, and how. Then you can arrest the real killer."
"How much does the kobold understand of what we're saying?"
"Kobold understands some words, but not many. I'm trying to teach them, but I'm not very good at it."
"Right, and I suppose we can't just find someone better because all this magic stuff is secret?"
"It's going to be hard no matter what, Scott. But now I'm not so sure talking to you is going to get this solved any faster, when you know so much more about this. I'll drive you to school, and I'll drive you home later. Then we can talk. Got it?"
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