It was a rather ordinary day for Breagadoir's household.
Harlequin was setting things on fire,
the responding firefighter was instantly and completely smitten with the Countess,
Breagadoir was instructing his firstborn, yet youngest, grandchild that she would be eaten by flying jellyfish if she did not learn how to use the potty,
and Breagadoir's youngest son was enjoying the pranking that comes with being a teen.
This was not received well by the owner of the house (though his daughter didn't object to their visitor).
Having learned well from his father, young Aeric responded by digging through their trash for potential blackmail material. However, as the sirens and flashing lights came closer, it became clear that fleeing might have been the more prudent course.
"Alright, young man, you're coming with me, but first, I'm going to have to have you use this breathalyzer," said Officer Lindsay.
"Why do I need a breathalyzer?" asked the young and aspiring scientist, "And why...does this...smell like...chloroform..."
And with the unconscious young elf securely loaded into her cruiser, Officer Lindsay contacted her superiors.
"I've secured the target. He's ready to be transferred."
"Alright, proceed with the transfer," came the response. And with that, she drove her cruiser across the city limits of Appaloosa Plains and set off to remove this young miscreant from her jurisdiction.
