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[sir_samuel]

There were lots of things that Vimes was good at. Even he could admit that. He'd been a cop for over thirty years and he wasn't dead yet, and that took some talent. At fifty-four he could still chase a thieves across rooftops, climb up drainpipes, and, he'd like to think, outrun a werewolf or two if necessary. He wasn't bad at the detectoring

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[starkhand]

Ned had just finished his patrol and was stopping by the IPD office to complete his report. Seeing Ser Vimes there, he nodded his customary brief greeting as he set about looking for paper and pen to complete his task.

[sir_samuel]

All right, then. It looked like the conversation would be happening a little earlier than he had expected. No time like now, or however the damned saying went. "Lord Stark." He jerked his head to the chair across the desk. "Got a moment?"