Postmaster general Moist von Lipwig, former arch-swindler and self-confidence man, offers exceeded all goals in working the Ankh-Morpork Post Office. So it’s somewhat disconcerting when Lord Vetinari summons Moist to the palace and asks, ‘Tell me, Mr. Lipwig, do you want to make some real money?’

Vetinari isn’t discussing wages. He’s discussing the Royal Mint of Ankh-Morpork which has operate on the hereditary work of the Males of the Sheds, who do make profit their spare time. Regrettably, it costs more than a cent to make a cent, so the entire process seems relatively counter-intuitive.

But before Moist has time to totally consider Vetinari’s question, fate answers it for him. Today he’s not merely making money, but foes, too; he’s surely got to spring a prisoner from jail, break into his own bank vault, end the new supervisor from licking his encounter and, most importantly, find out where all of the gold provides gone-otherwise, his existence in bank, while very thrilling, is going to be really, really short .