Havelock Vetinari makes a habit of lurking in shadowy corners of the rafters.
It's a convenient one, at the moment. For one thing, carrying on a known habit is generally unremarkable. For another thing, it allows for excellent surveillance of the bar.
And for a third -- well.
It's discreet. And
Trowa is finding that he doesn't really mind having some extra say in who he talks to, just now.
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