The professors. The rules. Paloma's eyes had just gone back and forth looking at both, trying really to just not...go against any of them. It was awful already. She gulped, taking a grasp of the end of her shirt, then thought about the answer. And raised her hand...

"Well, keeping track of them is quite...hard. They grow at a fast pace, their eating habits also change. And well, the black market is quite interesting, they trade them, they use them for unhealthy diversion..." It's quite difficult to explain, in her own words about dragons, to actually make a good and coherent thought about it. Her hand slowly, really slowly put her hand down. Not very clever.