Harry sighed. "Not my fault. I got here a little bit ago, realized I was going to have to deal with mass numbers of fey, and called for backup immediately. I'm still waiting for Toot-Toot to explain exactly what happened. All I know for sure is that somehow, those fey-"

Harry paused to wave a hand at the group of ten-plus mini-faeries moving, hopping, and bustling around in an agitated fashion, some of whom had the grace to look guilty at said wave, and spoke on.

"--managed to get it into their head to run a protection racket on my turf. And it went well, for awhile. But then the owner here, he did something that pissed off and yet scared the fey, and they went running to a bigger fey, General Minimus, here, who in turn, called in me, since I have connections to the law, The JSC, the white council, and the Fey Courts, all at once. And I'm his superior by his choice."

He sighed. Louder.