Moist von Lipwig, the savior of the Ankh-Morpork post office, has gotten settled into a routine. He`s filling out forms, signing things, will probably get to be head of the Merchants Association next year, and he hasn`t designed a stamp in months. He`s so bored, in fact, that he`s taken to climbing the walls of the post office and breaking into his own office. Lord Vetinari, always brilliant in his ruthlessness, recognizes an opportunity when he sees one, and offers Moist the job of running the royal mint. Moist tries to refuse, pretending that he`s satisfied with the stable life, but he can`t deny the urge for adventure and intrigue for long. The mint is, in the finest Ankh-Morpork tradition, a strange and oddly old-fashioned place, with bizarre traditions so ingrained the long-term employees can`t imagine doing them any other way. Moist is the perfect innovator, with his wildly creative solutions to problems, for changing the way the entire city thinks about money. In the