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monochrome from now on, friend. Alright?"
"Alright. Yeah, Sure," said Rincewind. In one dim corner of the little box he thought he could see an easle, and a tiny unmade bed. He hoped he couldn't.
"So long as that'sthe point of the sword scrape along his ribs. At the other end of the blade he recognized Stren Withel - thief, cruel swordsman, disgruntled contender for the title of worst man in the world.
"Hi," he said weakly. A few yards away he noticed a couple of unsympathetic men raising the lid of the Luggage and pointing excitedly at the bags of gold. Withel smiled. It made an unnerving effect on his scar-crossed face.
"I know you," he said. "a gutter wizard. What is that thing?"
Rincewind became aware that the lid of the Luggage was trembling slightly, understood," said the imp, and shut the door. Rincewind thought he could hear the muffled sound of grumbling and the scrape of a stool being dragged across the floor."Twoflower-" he began, and looked up.Twoflower had vanished. As Rincewind stared at the crowd, with sensations of prickly horror traveling up his spine, there came a gentle prod in the small of his back."Turn without haste," said a voice like black silk. "Or kiss your kidneys goodbye."The crowd watched with interest. It was turning out to be quite a good day.Rincewind turned slowly, feeling