[ Note to self: keep a constant eye on the box. He can feel the hair raising on the back of his neck, though he doesn't acknowledge the Luggage with a look, because that would be letting it win.

He keeps his focus on Rincewind instead. ]

I thought it was a joke. [ He says, bluntly. ] But I had a hunch, too. No one else around here had talked about magical boxes, not even the people I know of that do magic.

[ Not...that he knows many. ]

So I came to see.

[ And he sees...well. Six is not a kind man. He's not a giving man, either. There's other people in his circle that do those things--or did those things, when they were still able, though they didn't have to and put themselves in danger by doing so.

The awkward silence continues for a time, before finally: ]

I hear there's an open bar.