A little bit of RP. Finally.

[notsirsam]

Vimes's hand tightened around the small box in his pocket as he slowly climbed the steps. The jeweler in Phedre Street had done an excellent job, in his opinion. Sybil would love it. He hoped.

He pushed open the door of the drawing room and looked around. "Blast." He quickly made his way back downstairs and into the yard, jogging over to the dragon pens. "Sybil?"