The temporal ruler of the sprawling city of Ankh-Morpork was sitting in his chair at the foot of the steps leading up to throne, looking for any signs of intelligence in intelligence reports.
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Just by looking at him you could tell he was the sort of man you´d expect to keep a white cat, and caress it idly while sentencing people to death in a pirate tank;
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Practically none of this was in fact the case, although he did have a small and exceedingly elderly wire-haired terrier called Wuffles that smelled badly and wheezed at people.
It´s always fun to have the Patrician around.
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