Trooper Station, Friday Afternoon
There was post from Ankh-Morpork waiting on Vimes' desk today. One with the seal of the Patrician firmly afixed to the front of it to let him know this wasn't from Sergeant Angua should she be feeling the need to write.
It would seem that his presence was being requested back in his city. Finally.
Now it was just a matter of making sure Ralph could handle the various problems the island threw their way. Not that Ralph was much of a whiner that Vimes heard about. Mostly because he didn't listen to the man all that much.
Shhh.
[[For one in particular]]
It would seem that his presence was being requested back in his city. Finally.
Now it was just a matter of making sure Ralph could handle the various problems the island threw their way. Not that Ralph was much of a whiner that Vimes heard about. Mostly because he didn't listen to the man all that much.
Shhh.
[[For one in particular]]