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milliways_bar2015-05-31 03:22 pm
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There are a lot of guilds in Ankh-Morpork. Some of them, most particularly the Ratcatchers, do not like Wee Mad Arthur very much. He considers this a sign that he's doing his job well, or at least he used to back when rat sales to the dwarven restaurants around town were his primary source of income. A Watchman's pay these days does him just as well, so it hasn't really been an issue for a while.
On the other hand, the Guilds that have to do with clothing, particularly leather and furs, have been offering some interesting prices lately.
Which is why someone alert enough to goings-on about six inches off the ground will note a tiny humanoid figure in ratskin trousers, wearing a pair of even tinier bandoliers, periodically stomping across the floor of the main Bar and out to the back. More likely they will notice the reverse some time later, if only because a deceased or at least severely unfortunate demon bunny being hauled through the Bar and out the front door into the streets of Ankh-Morpork tends to be a bright enough red, orange, plaid, or otherwise interestingly furred colour to catch even the most jaded eye.
He'll stop at the Bar for a drink or two after he's hit his quota for the day. We'd say talk to him whenever you like, but people seem to enjoy having intact kneecaps, so it's probably best to wait until then.
On the other hand, the Guilds that have to do with clothing, particularly leather and furs, have been offering some interesting prices lately.
Which is why someone alert enough to goings-on about six inches off the ground will note a tiny humanoid figure in ratskin trousers, wearing a pair of even tinier bandoliers, periodically stomping across the floor of the main Bar and out to the back. More likely they will notice the reverse some time later, if only because a deceased or at least severely unfortunate demon bunny being hauled through the Bar and out the front door into the streets of Ankh-Morpork tends to be a bright enough red, orange, plaid, or otherwise interestingly furred colour to catch even the most jaded eye.
He'll stop at the Bar for a drink or two after he's hit his quota for the day. We'd say talk to him whenever you like, but people seem to enjoy having intact kneecaps, so it's probably best to wait until then.