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Nobby Nobbs leads the recruits down Treacle Mine Road, seeming to sidle along, even though he's walking straight. "See, this here's the beat. We'll jus' walk down here past the pastry shop..."

As the recruits near said shop, the smell of various deserts wafts towards them on the breeze... Along with the unique smell of the Ankh... "Ah, that's the smell o' progress."

"I mean, if Vimesy knew we took on a vampire he'd have a fit..." As they pass the shop, Nobby slips inside and comes right back out with a donut and a small tin cup of coffee.

Turning the corner, Nobby leads the recruits onto a less populated street. After a hundred paces or so, he stops. "Now see... there's a fine art to knob-jiggling... You three stand here and keep look... Watch the streets for anyone suspicious. And whatever you do, don't look my way or you may draw attention to me."

As he stood waiting next to wolf, Drake took out a cheap-looking tobbacco case from a hidden pocket in his robe. The seal had a man in a yellow coat, and said the words Jolly Sailor on the cover. Also, if one looked the right, or say wrong way, he could see a skittishly-dressed woman. It was Drake's thing. He knew that every reformed vampire had something they needed to replace the b-word with. This was his... As he took out paper and started rolling one for himself, he asked wolf
Want one?

As Drake finished his own cigarette, he took out a box of matches, lit one on the wall, and lit his cigarette. Then he lit Wolf's.
These are so good. I have been on them for about a month, since I've stopped drinking... you know... it. I'm still not comfortable seeing it, it sort of gives me a need, you know?

STOP! Drake yells as the troll stomps towards him. He knew that it was not much use, since trolls are about as bad as they get when it comes to stomping... Please?

He took out his trecheon, hoping not to have to use it or, for that matter, break it on his first day. But sometimes you just have to have a trecheon. On second thought... He pulled out his badge, because trolls understand authority. The biggest troll is the leader. So try to be the biggest.

Wait a minute Drake thought. I am a vampire. And black-ribboner or not, I still am strong. He put back his trecheon, but left his badge out, and said, calmly, to Wolf: Get out of here. I'm a vampire, if he stomps me, or I turn into dust, all you have to do is spill a drop of blood on my dust. NOTHING MORE, okay?

He turned back to the troll, and yelled. I AM AN OFFICER OF THE LAW. PLEASE CEASE THIS STOMPING IMMIDATELY, AS YOU ARE BEING A RISK TO THOSE AROUND YOU. I AM ALSO INCLINED TO TELL YOU THAT AS A VAMPIRE, YOU SHOULD BEWARE OF ME AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. If I'm to be a vampire in the watch, there's no point in hiding it from citizens.

Wolf took one look at the troll, and decided that trying to attack it with his truncheon would be about as effective as trying to slice a brick with a butter knife. He felt loathed to leave Drake even if a drop of blood would revive him, since he had started to like him, and being stomped into the ground by an angry troll was bound to be painful.

"I'll be back," he told Drake.

He ran as fast as he could his feet slap-slapping on the cobbles all the way back to the Watchhouse. He arrived panting and wheezing, and let his breath catch up with his lungs.

"Drake...wheeze...he's being....pant....attacked!"

He waved his arm in the direction he had come from.

"Over there!" he shouted.

Seeing that the troll failed to stop, Drake decided to take the easy way out. He dodged quickly, in hope that he will survive. He then looked to see what the Troll was doing.

ooc: Having just re-read the guards books I would like to jump in, if the group or the captain/crew think my character is too out-of-disc-world (as it is a bit of an adventurous character) then just say and the character traits mentioned can be discounted/changed 3nodding

Alanya watched the crowed part around the stampeding trolls, though to her surprise a couple of recruits hesitated long enough to put a brave face on removing them selves from danger.

Trolls loomed high over Alanya, possibly meaning they are very close or simply that they are about 2 times her height. She had an inkling it was both.

One the benefits of being relatively challenged is she can conveniently alter her personal space time a little to the left where she is out of harms way.

Alanya often struggles with personal space time and could easily warp reality if confused. Generally she is adept at remaining an insignificant spec in reality but it is wise to speak slowly and carefully to be on the safe side.

On rare occasions when she minutely falters in the complexities of moving around, it appears to others as though she has a lower frame rate than the discs many other occupants, to her fortune most peoples brain are unable to consider that she is briefly in two places at once. A sort of mental tweening.

Alanya adjusts her status and position on the oversized dials loosely hanging from her knobbly arms, a personal GPS. She hadn’t had time to adjust the details as the trolls lumbered past leaving her feeling as though she could see them from both her recent angles.

Her consciousness safely in the right place at the right time she alertly observed the actions of a girl in eternally sensible boots. Alanya let her mind stretch to the existence span of the boots, which seemed to remain a solid presence (like all well made boots) throughout time.