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Yes."
Zlorf stared at Twoflower, who grinned at him.
He shrugged. He seldom wasted time wondering why people wanted other people dead. It was just a living. "Who is your client, may I ask?" said Ymor.
Zlorf held up a hand. "Please!" he protested. "Professional etiquette."
"Of course. By the way-"
"Yes?"
"I believe I have a couple of guards outside-"
"Had."
"And some others in the doorway across the street-"
"Formerly."
"I know him," said Ymor. "His name's Rerpf. He runs the Groaning Platter tavern down by Brass Bridge. Stren - remove him."
Rerpf held up a beringed hand. Stren Withel hesitated halfway to the door as several very large "And two bowmen on the roof."A flicker of doubt passed across Zlorf's face, like the last shaft of sunlight over a badly ploughed field. The door flew open, badly damaging the assassin who was standing beside it."Stop doing that!" shrieked Broadman, from under his table.Zlorf and Ymor stared up at the figure on the threshold. It was short, fat and richly dressed. Very richly dressed. There were a number of tall, big shapes looming behind it. Very big, threatening shapes."Who's that?" said Zlorf.trolls ducked under the doorway and stood on either side of the fat man, blinking in the light. Muscles the size of melons bulged in forearms like flour sacks. Each troll held a double-headed axe. Between thumb and forefinger.
Broadman erupted from cover, his face Suffused with rage.
"Out!" he screamed. "Get those trolls out of here!" No-one moved. The room