Soul Music by Terry Pratchett
The wall behind the stage had clearly seen action. He stared at it as Lias patiently stacked up his stones.
'Oh, just a bit of fruit and old eggs,' said Glod. 'People probably got a bit boisterous. I shouldn't worry about that.'
'I'm not worried about it,' said Imp.
'I should think not.'
'Its the axe marks and arrow holles I'm worried about...'
