User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-28718853-20170426082120/@comment-28358106-20170426190212

After several turns through the city, they find the office easily enough, in a nondescript building downtown. They enter, sign in, take a number, and only have to wait a few minutes before they are called. A human clerk ushers them into a side office, where they see a rather cheerful young uniformed Gendarme at a desk that has seen better days. A Lizardman Gendarme stands behind him at ease, watching the new arrivals. She's ogling him when they walk in.

He looks up, shocked to see someone walk in. "Oh. Huh.  New arrivals?  Wait, let me guess." He points his quill. "I'm guessing by your clothes that you're freelancers. Have a seat." He puts his quill in the inkpot. "Got your forms with you?"