Rodney White Nothing to Dream

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would normally have added up to 'stupid' in any case and would have given him the survival quotient of a jellyfish in a blast furnace, but there were a couple of other factors. One was a punch that even trolls had learned to respect. The other was that Carrot was genuinely, almost supernaturally, likeable. He got on well with people, even while arresting them. He had an exceptional memory for names.
For most of his young life he'd lived in a small dwarf colony where there were hardly any other people to know. Then, suddenly, he was in a huge city, and it was as if a talent had been waiting to unfold. And was still unfolding.
He waved cheerfully at '—you ambush us too! my great-great-grandfather he at Koom Valley, he the approaching dwarfs.' 'Morning Mr Cumblethigh! 'Morning, Mr Strong-inthearm!'Then he turned and waved at the leading troll. There was a muffled 'pop' as a firework went off.' 'Morning, Mr Bauxite!'He cupped his hands.'If you could all just stop and listen to me—' he bellowed.The two marches did stop, with some hesitation and a general piling up of the people in the back. It was that or walk over Carrot.If Carrot did have a minor fault, it lay in not paying attention to small details around him when his mind was on other things. So the whispered conversation behind his back was currently escaping him.'—hah! It was too an ambush! And your mother was an ore—''Now then, gentlemen,' said Carrot, in a reasoned and amiable voice, 'I'm sure there's no need for this belligerent manner—'