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The door opens onto a dark, narrow street. The slight light cast from lanterns reflects off wet cobblestones. The air has that damp, heavy feel brought by mist that is almost but not quite rain.

Havelock's dark grey clothing blends almost perfectly. When the young assassin steps into a shadow, he effectively vanishes apart from the pale skin of his face and hands.

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"Perhaps we should," Havelock agrees, as he stops at a turning.

Anastacia smiles, and pats the assassin's arm fondly. "Well, thank you for walking me this far. You're both quite the gentlemen."

Because he is feeling kind(ish), the fairy does not laugh in her face. However, he is grinning a bit broadly as he says, "Go well, Anastacia dear."

As she walks away, there is a poke to Havelock's shoulder. It might be asking, Who was *that*?

An acquaintance of mine, comes the unruffled reply.

Havelock continues down a passage so narrow that only one person can comfortably walk it alone. In the blackness, he is momentarily invisible.

Puck follows, of course (though perhaps a little ruffled), eyes glowing like a cat's in the dark. Then again, most cats' eyes don't shine that way unless there is light to reflect off them.

He wonders, now, why they are sneaking, and suspects that Havelock may be doing it for fun. He doesn't mind it in the least even if he is; not counting the daytrip to Gotham, it's been far too long since he's had a whole wide world to explore.

It's partly fun, partly good sense. Ankh-Morpork at night is not exactly the safest of places. In any case, it is Havelock's habit.

After a moment, with a glance around, the assassin begins to climb a wall leading to the roof of the nearest building with as much agility as if he does this every day.

It is a very tall building, and some holds look vaguely precarious. He doesn't seem to mind.

Puck ... well, he could be up and over with no fuss at all, but climbing looks much more fun. With preternatural agility, he scrambles up after him.

After a while, they are at the top of the building, looking down over the city. Havelock gestures to a dark, foreboding looking rooftop in the distance.

"That's the Guild."

Puck beams at the view. Nothing is more bizarre than the cityscape of Ankh-Morpork, and the haphazard architecture delights him. After a moment, he follows Havelock's gesture and spots the Guild.

It looks quite satisfactory.

"Is that where you're leading us?" he asks.

"It is," he says. "It is not as though you will have any trouble getting in."

A grin.

"I should think not."

Havelock nods. "If we can be in unnoticed, so much the better."

He does not sound as though he doubts either of their ability to do so.

Puck nods, glancing back out over the city-- this marvelous, chaotic city.

"Shall we?"

Havelock gives him a slight smile, just visible in the half-light dulled by mist, and pulls his hood back up to head over and across the rooftops to the Guild.

Puck grins, scampering after him like a shadow. He's never had rooftops such as these to traverse, and he almost regrets it as the place draws nearer.

Almost. But after all, he is about to meet Havelock's friends.

... Perhaps "friends" isn't quite the word.

Perhaps not.

Dangling one-armed from the rooftop, Havelock hooks a foot under a window to carefully open it. After waiting in silence a moment and cautiously examining the interior, he swings himself easily through.