"Well... I'm afraid that there was a bit of an accident in the High Energy Magic building. Your brother's been stabbed."
Kylah gasped and then sat back in her chair.
"He's over at the city Watchouse now. Their best man was also involved"
(Wisely for once, Ridcully didn't mention in what capacity Carrot was involved)
"the city doctor is there now."
Kylah looked deadly still for a moment and then spoke.
"I want your most trustworthy man to take me to a respectable inn."
Ridcully looked worried and the stood up.
"Of course. If you'd like to come this way."

*****

The Librarian waited..... and waited, he read, played noughts and crosses with himself got bored and waited some more. eventually he poked his head round the corner of the barricade he had made out of shelves.
"Ooook?" he said softly to himself.
He waddled out and listened.... not a sound, all the books were silent. He thought for a moment, then went over to the Library door unlocked it and went out.

*****

Detritus sat in the guardhouse.8 He rested his huge elbow on the windowsill and his chin on his hand and watched as the world passed by outside. His mind wandered onto many a bizarre subject. Absent-mindedly he started to drum his fingers on the windowsill.
Constable Visit looked up from the desk where he was working. Distracted by Detritus's drumming fingers.9 He gritted his teeth and looked down again at his latest Pamphlet. 'Religion, and all it's merits and its implication in modern society.' He agreed that the title needed a little work but then again, his pamphlets never really did have catchy names. There was 'Do onto your neighbour as he would do onto you.' Which was single-handedly responsible for the increase in Charges of 'Assault on your next door neighbour.' Or the unfortunately titled 'Belief. Understanding. Tolerance. Tribulations.'10
"Detritus...." Said Visit looking up from his pamphlet and at the troll " I was wondering if you wouldn't mind stopping that."
"Huh?...Wha?" Said Detritus raising from his thoughts,
"Drumming your fingers." Stated an exasperated Visit.
"What about 'em?" Asked Detritus
"Would you please stop drumming them, I'm getting a headache." Visit asked again trying to keep his patience with the troll.
"Oh... er... right... I'll stop..." Said Detritus with a grin. A couple of moments of silence passed. Visit sighed enjoying the silence. But then just as he started work on his Pamphlet.
"I'm bored..." said Detritus
"I don't want to be here in the guardhouse. I wanna be out there. With all the criminals." Said Detritus getting up and banging his head on the ceiling, which creaked ominously.
"Well..." Started Visit as he made another note to Commander Vimes that the roof needs to be higher. "You could always go outside and help train the recruits."
"But the Commander said that I should be in here." Started Detritus.
"Don't worry.... I'll cover for you." Said Visit, Desperate to get Detritus away before he started drumming his fingers again.
"Oh.... Okay" Said Detritus who moved over to the corner picked up his custom made Hammer11 and moved out into the training yard.
As the large wooden door thudded closed behind the departing troll, Visit sighed and enjoyed the silence. He basked in it for a moment and then lowered his head to continue with his pamphlets the front door was opened. In walked Nobby and headed for Vimes' office.
"Nobby?" Asked Visit "What are you doing here? You are meant to be patrolling the river."
"Oh I know." Said Nobby "My grandmother has just died and I'm here to book some time off for her funeral..."
As Detritus moved outside the sun was shining, which was rare in Ankh-Morpork. That made Detritus nervous. Whenever the sun was shining something bad happened. He looked out over the training yard and at the trainees. He never understood why Commander Vimes and Carrot had decided to introduce combat drills, he never had any trouble when it came to fighting. But many of the others did have problems. There were about four trainees in the yard at the moment. Running through combat drills with one of the instructors. The troll turned and moved down the steps and into the yard.
"Good that's right, Right and then left!" Said the instructor as he watched two of the initiates fighting. A large shadow was cast across him and he said without thinking.
"Oh... Hello Detritus." He turned and looked up at the Troll. Admittedly he didn't have to look up too far, as he was very tall.
"Oh... Hello Nash. How are you?" asked the Troll.
"Not bad." Replied Nash. The instructor. "Can I help you with something?"
"I was wondering if I could take over training the recruits for a while?" asked Detritus "I got bored inside."

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8: Well, he didn't so much sit, more rather he was just IN the guardhouse. But considering the size of the guardhouse we might as well say he sat.
9: Remember that with the size of a troll's finger, drumming them would be like a 203mm naval siege cannon going off in the same room. And believe me, they are loud.
10: This name may not seem that unfortunate at first, but considering that Visit Has a Habit of Referring to the Pamphlets by the first letter of each word, it's code is 'B.U.T.T.' and he can't understand when he says it why people start laughing.
11: Well, to Detritus it was a hammer, to everyone else it was a horrendously large bludgeoning weapon.