scots_wolf | OOM: A Discworld funeral

OOM: A Discworld funeral

Urquhart lounges by the door to the inn, sipping a last cup of tea while waiting for 'Mr. Astaire' to turn up so he could follow him to the funeral.

He's got no idea what a funeral on the Disc would be like, what with polytheism and very real gods. So, after a pleasant and relaxing night (and brief jump from window to window, back and forth), now is probably the right time for business.

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"Oh?" He opens the door enough to put his head out and checks the hall.

"The brothers said..." Urquhart says, stepping inside and pushing the door shut.

There had been nobody in the hall, anyway, but better to be safe.

"And here is some tea with whisky in for us to share," he finishes, when the door is firmly closed.

Moist tries not to laugh and instead takes the tea with a smirk, "Thank you."

"There is money," Urquhart says. "Money to spare, from a cache, that they're not taking out of the shop. We can take what they have for us, and leave smoothly, with nobody the wiser and nobody after us, because nobody is affected except a hole in a wall."

"And they're also giving me some money from their inheritance so we should have a rather nice profit. I have the paperwork for them and then will say I need to leave to make sure their money flows properly with you to guard me."

"Of course," Urquhart says. "Easy -- you need to invest the money in a bigger city. And if you ever want to return here, you just bring them fancy papers from those cities to show for your pains, which should not be hard to make."