Wandering through the world, the eternal troll…

Brick headed after Detritus, dragging his club. Well, he wuz goin’ up in der worl’ an’ no mistakin’! Dey said it hurt if you come off of der stuff, but Brick had always hurt, all his life, and right now it wasn’t too bad at all. It wuz, like, weird der way he could fink to der end of a sentence now an’ still remember der start of it. An’ he wuz bein’ given food, which he wuz gettin’ to like once he stopped frowing it up. Sergeant Detritus, who knew everythin’, had tole him if’n he stayed clean an’ smartened up he could rise as high as lance constable one day, makin’ heapo money.

He wuzn’t too sure what had been happnin’ to cause all dis. It looked like he wasn’t in der city anymore, an’ dere had been some fightin’, and Sergeant Detritus had showed him dese kinda dead people and smacked him aroun’ der head an’ said “Remember!” an’ he wuz doin’ his best, but he’d been smacked aroun’ der head a hole lot harder many, many times and dat one was nuffin’. But Sergeant Detritus said it wuz all about not hatin’ dwarfs no more and dat was okay, cuz really Brick never had der energy to waste hatin’. What dey had been doin’ down dat hole was makin’ der worl’ a betterer place, Sergeant Detritus said.

And it seemed to Brick, as he smelled the food, dat Sergeant Detritus had got dat one dead right.