Seeing that you've returned, Lord Vetinari stares at you for a moment. You feel a cold chill creep up your spine, but it passes quickly.
"Well, I suppose you'll be wanting some trinket to tote around with you? Something to show your affiliation? Just rifle through that stack, then. I'm sure you'll find something to your tastes...
And, by all means, take it with you and store it in your own space. We can't be having you return here everytime!"
L-Space Lives! A Discworld Guild
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