Avariel Falcon looked up as the door to her office burst open and three men stomped in.
The unicorn addressed the leader of the group, a black bearded dwarf dressed in leather work clothes and covered in a multitude of aetheric devices.
“Mr Tamarisk! Should you not be out hunting rogue portals?”.
The dwarf grumbled “Aye! That I would if it were not for this!”.
The rogue portal hunter threw a newspaper onto Avariel’s desk.
The unicorn read the lead article…
Effective immediately, and until further notice is announced, a citywide curfew is to be put into effect. Persons of all ages are to remain indoors after sundown, and remain so until sun up – no exceptions…
“Oh!? This puts a spanner into the works!”.
Mr Tamarisk grumbled “That it does! We are bearly keeping up as it is! Unless we get back to work this city will be infested with rogue portals!”.
One of the other portal hunters, a tall man in similar dress to the dwarf, chimed in “Children sucked into the aether! Cats and dogs sent to the Antarctic!”.
The third, a rotund man with a handlebar mustache shouted “A city wide disaster!”.
The dark unicorn pondered this… “Oh dear…”.