on this glorious day in May...

[iwhinny4dragons]

To say the city was in turmoil would have been something of an understatement, but Sybil's well brought up tongue had yet to break free of it's age and sex appropriate shackles and come up with something better. The most she'd seen of it, of course, had been days earlier, when the strange and somewhat barbaric man had stormed into her home and

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[sir_samuel]

Sergeant John Keel-who-was-not-Sergeant John Keel had finally slipped into a doze. To call it sleep wouldn't have done sleep justice, really, but it was more rest than he had gotten in longer than he could properly remember, and so it was heaven

[iwhinny4dragons]

"Er," said Fred Colon, looking with wide eyed disbelief at the lance-constable for a moment, before turning and scrambling up the barricade with a "Yes, Sarge!"

When he got to the top he was, woefully, greeted with exactly what he'd been expecting.

"Can I help you miss?" he asked in a tone that said Silly thing, run along now, please before my sergeant just absolutely tosses it. Sybil lifted her chin a little.

"Not unless you can tell me where to find Lance-Constable Sam Vimes, no, Mr. Colon." Fred wilted, looking preemptively pained. He looked down the barricade.

"It's Vimesy's girl, sarge."

[sir_samuel]

"Vimes' what?" It was an exclamation with enough behind it to make anyone in the general vicinity flinch, though it came from surprise and not anger. Unfortunately, those two things tended to look pretty similiar in Commander Samuel Vimes.

What the hell was going on here? There was no girl, he was sure there was no girl, not one that was going to be marching up to any damn barricade to find him. And that voice. But it couldn't... It'd be thirty years before he'd even see Lady Sybil Ramkin at anything closer than a significant distance.

The lance constable in question was, meanwhile, trying very, very hard to disappear, while at the same time spilling over with eagerness. Needless to say, it didn't make a very successful combination. Vimes turned his glare on Sam.

"Tell her to get herself home, Fred. This is no place for her to be."

[iwhinny4dragons]

Fred shot an annoyed kind of look at Sam, and nodded to Vimes.

"Yes, sarge," he said, then turned back to look over the barricade.

"This is not place for you to be at, lass. Go on home and-"

"Mr. Colon," Sybil interrupted him, curling her hands tightly into fists and eyes narrowing dangerously, "if you do not tell me this instant where he is and if he's all right and how I can find him I swear to you I will march straight back to my home and retrieve my dragon and burn this barricade to cinders, do you understand me?" There was a long pause. When Fred turned back, his eyes were extremely round, showing white all the way around the iris. Fred, as a newly wed, was not quite prepared for this level of female aggravation, and as luck would have it, his work schedule would enable him to go most of his married life without coming across its like again.

"I don't think she's going to leave, sir," he said a bit weakly.