Once again, I don't own, please don't sue. All I own is a half-assembled Susan as Death cosplay outfit.

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"Now, as to how we shall proceed," she sighed, inhaling deeply on her cigarette. "I have placed ample funds in an account at the Royal Bank of Ankh-Morpork, and have signed papers granting you access. As for lodging, I presume you would wish to inhabit your former lodgings?"

Teatime remembered his flat, allowed him by the guild because of the numerous incidents suggesting he was…unsuited for the dormitories. It would be fine to return there, where no one bothered him, and the landlady even pronounced his name correctly. He nodded.

"Your habit of paying rent months in advance does you credit, and as such, you are not yet in arrears, so I will simply ensure that you do not become so. " She rang a small bell, and a servant, a tall man in a gold loincloth, came running. "A chair for Mr. Teatime, Haran. And some wine, if you would. Tell the steward I trust his judgment to choose something suitable." She dismissed the servant with a wave.

"I will give you time to get settled before your first…assignment. My…assistant, Vegnencia, will be your…what is the word? Oh yes, handler. She will watch over you, so to speak. But first…ah, yes, over there, Haran." The servant entered with a chair in one hand and a wine service in the other.

Teatime sat, accepting the goblet of wine.

Jenna took the goblet offered her, and took a sip. "Tell the steward I am pleased with his choice, Haran." She took another sip. "Now, Jonathan, if there is anything you should require, simply tell Vegnencia and she will convey the message to me. Do you have any questions?"

"Just one: how do I get my eye back?"

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The Gaiters' house was empty when he arrived; not that it would've made a difference to him, but it made the job easier. He could feel his eye calling to him, and it was simple work finding it: one of the children had left it in the schoolroom…almost pathetic, really, how easy it was.

And how good to have it back in again. He always got the most terrible migraines without it, and he always felt as if someone was lurking just behind his shoulder. With the scrying crystal back in its rightful place, he was better than ever!

He was just slipping out the side door when he collided with something…or rather, someone, in the doorway. Looking down at the figure who was occupied with retrieving their dropped parcels, he grinned wickedly.

"Hello, Susan…"

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