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A man walks in the door. He is a middle-aged but lean figure, dressed in a worn brown uniform and dented armor. He carries a helmet under one arm. His posture and expression manage to convey a sense that he is strictly at attention yet rather irritated at being so.
Upon seeing where he is, he stops. Meaning he stops moving completely. This is not the Oblong Office. A quick mental review makes him fairly certain that 1) he is awake 2) he is not drunk, having not had a drink in years 3) he has only eaten normal foods, such as bacon, in the last 24 hours 4) he has not recently encountered any alchemists, so having inhaled dangerous fumes is not a very serious threat. And most importantly 5) he really should be in the Oblong Office.
This leads to the conclusion that the damn wizards have screwed something up. Doors going places they shouldn't sounds distinctly magical. The obvious way to fix this is to find some wizards and...persuade them to. Scowling, the man pivots.
To find no door. He pounds on the wall in front of him to be sure. It is distressingly solid. "Dammit!" Turning again, he glares at the room as he shakes his hand out.
The narration is afraid, Inn, that Sam Vimes is not entirely happy to be here.
Upon seeing where he is, he stops. Meaning he stops moving completely. This is not the Oblong Office. A quick mental review makes him fairly certain that 1) he is awake 2) he is not drunk, having not had a drink in years 3) he has only eaten normal foods, such as bacon, in the last 24 hours 4) he has not recently encountered any alchemists, so having inhaled dangerous fumes is not a very serious threat. And most importantly 5) he really should be in the Oblong Office.
This leads to the conclusion that the damn wizards have screwed something up. Doors going places they shouldn't sounds distinctly magical. The obvious way to fix this is to find some wizards and...persuade them to. Scowling, the man pivots.
To find no door. He pounds on the wall in front of him to be sure. It is distressingly solid. "Dammit!" Turning again, he glares at the room as he shakes his hand out.
The narration is afraid, Inn, that Sam Vimes is not entirely happy to be here.