Romania? No no no. Tetrus made a clicking noise with his tongue as he swung back around in his chair to face Tonks. “I do not believe that is the correct decision.” His dark, deep set, eyes eyed the girl.
Lining up his fingers together, he put them to his lips in though. “These Dragons are to be sent to Tripoli in Libya,” The Department Head said with a wheeze. “I know the mon’ that runs the Reservation. He’d allow us to follow up inspection within the reservation. I free pass, if you will.”
His dark eyes looked down to the paper in a sinister fashion. Grabbing his quill, he crossed out the word ‘Romania’ and wrote in Libya: Tripoli.
“Do you agree with this, sista?” His dark eyes leered up at her, daring her to say no.
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