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[forged_hero]

There were things to consider, Moist thought, contemplating the bottom of his glass. The mended drum was descending gently to the belligerence of late evening with a few knife throwing competitions. Moist had, with a grin and a sportsmanly wink denied entrance as a target or competitor. Let them love you, buy you pints, but if you were a real

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[self_named]

"You," Duo declared as he slid his slim black-clad figure onto the seat beside Moist's, "would not believe the day I had. Hi. Whatever's on tap, man, thanks

[forged_hero]

"Yes," Moist said, watching a few hooligans in the corner behind Duo practice - literally - braiding each other's hair, "But does it need a teddy bear now? Maybe some lullabies before you power it down?"

[self_named]

"No, thank Christ, cuz I don't have the patience for that shit, but it does give me access to everything in there, including a log of changes," he said.

"So that'll be fun to catalog. In other news, Ponder kinda gets what it is I fell through to get here. He used the word 'quantum', so you know I'm fucked. How about you, what's up?"

[forged_hero]

"Did he have any idea about the gaps?" he said, tapping one knuckle against Duo's forehead. "Er, the last time I talked to Ponder about Quantum he got glassy and started writing equations on the wall. Is he planning on building a quantum slingshot to get you back where you came from?"

Moist had tried to ask Ponder to do the same for him his first week back in the city, but being along in a small room with Ponder Stibbons had made him go "er...well...about that magical book shipping fee....." and wander out feeling wrecked ten minutes later.

[forged_hero]

There were blessed moments of happiness early the next morning. There was a hum in his bones that suggested he'd done precisely what his body had been made for* and he was in a soft bed that, while it didn't have the musty odor of half a pack of wolf-hybrids, felt enough like a beachside bungalow that his body could be tricked

[self_named]

"Sounds like an advanced kind of group," Duo said, ducking in around the door and letting it fall shut on its own behind him. He sauntered across the room and dropped lightly, sideways, into the chair across from Moist's desk, legs kicked over one arm and arms draped over the back of the other.

"Afternoon, boss."

[forged_hero]

Moist covered any other kind of reaction with a slowly arched eyebrow. Well. He could do this. Last Night Did Not Happen. From just his posture, Moist got that loud and clear.

"Afternoon, employee," Moist said. "Wait, what is it exactly we're not paying you for?"

[self_named]

"Not vandalizing the property," Duo replied.

"But apparently," he kept on, lifting his hips a little to access his pants pocket, fishing a slip of parchment out, "your Lord Grace Vetinari wants me to go to work in your clacks office, until such time as you can concluded whether or not I am a spy."