"Zack!" Sidon spoke brightly into the phone, a bit more loudly than strictly necessary. "It is I, Sidon!" Sure, Zack couldn't see him, but he was still getting the bright grin and the (for the time being) tiny little fist pump. "The Zora Prince! And your faithful employee. Do not be alarmed. Everything at the shelter is running smoothly and quite well, save for one small thing. Would you be available to stop by? I have with me here a gentleman who claims to have stolen your chickens, and he would very much like a word with you."

He flashed his smile at the chicken-grubber as he awaited Zack's response, throwing in a thumbs-up for good measure.