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The back door suddenly bursts open, and Vyvyan enters the bar in a rage. He goes to stand on the nearest table.

"LISTEN UP!" he yells. "WHICHEVER ONE OF YOU BASTARDS HAS BEEN IN MY MAN CAVE AND ROBBED IT, YOU HAVE EXACTLY ONE MINUTE TO GIVE MY STUFF BACK OR I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND KICK YOUR TEETH IN."

He climbs off the table, and paces, seething.

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Danny turns at the bar and leans against her, facing the loud man.

"I think that's something you should bring up with security, and maybe not be walking all over a place people expect to eat," he calls out, tone and body language casual.

"Security doesn't care about me." Vyvyan says.

It's not strictly true, or fair, but he's in a temper.

"Was it you?" he demands.

Danny highly doubts that, but it's not an issue yet.

"I have no idea who you are, let alone where your mancave is."

"I'm Vyvyan." Vyvyan says. "And I'm not telling you, in case the robbers are listening."

Danny wrinkles his eyebrows in thought. He guesses there's some valid reasoning there.

"But your mancave is here right? Not on the other side of your door? Still seems like something for Security."

"Yeah. Out in the mountains." Vyvyan says. "I can't keep stuff at home, it gets nicked."

"Oh. I'm not sure if things that happen out there count for Security." Obviously Danny has some faith in Security that Vyvyan doesn't share.

"Would you like some help finding what was taken?" It obviously had some value if he was up on a table yelling about it.

Vyvyan considers.

"Yeah, all right." He agrees.

Danny nods, while trying to decide if it'd be safer to breath through his mouth or nose, given Vyvyan's...aura. Danny can think of stables with less stench.

Being a brave warrior, he doesn't hesitate to lean in, and whisper. "So what are we looking for? And do you have any leads?"

"Right." Vyvyan says.

"One mars bar, one biro, a pair of green socks, and ten pounds fifty. And they left this."

He holds up an Oxford University library card.

Danny takes the card, assuming it's being offered to him, and looks for a name.

"That's quite the assortment of items. Strange that someone would steal them. I could see the candy bar and money. But the others...?"

There's a smudged name on the back that is illegible, a number, and a barcode.

"Well it's clearly a bastard."

Danny frowns at the card.

"Well, this isn't much use. Unless there aren't many who come here from Oxford."

"Shouldn't think so." Vyvyan says. "I think that Prof Xavier comes from Oxford but I can't imagine him breaking into my cave in a wheelchair."

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