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dozens of these rollsDibbler emerged from the shadows in the wings. There was a troll with him who, Buddy surmised, must have been Chrysoprase. He wasn't particularly big, or even very craggy. In fact he had a smooth and glossy look to him, like a pebble found on a beach. There wasn't a trace of lichen anywhere.
And he was wearing clothes. Clothes, other than uniforms or special work clothes, weren't normally a troll thing. Mostly they wore a loincloth to keep stuff in, and that was that. But Chrysoprase had a suit on. It looked badly tailored. It was in fact very well tailored, but even a troll with no clothes on looks fundamentally badly tailored.
Chrysoprase had been a very quick learner when he arrived in Ankh‑Morpork in here,' said Glod. 'They're posters. You know what that means? He's been having them stuck up in places. Talking of which, when the Musicians' Guild get hold of us–’'Music's free,' said Buddy. 'It has to be free.''What?' said Glod. 'Not in this dwarf's town!''Then it should be,' said Buddy. 'People shouldn't have to pay to play music.''Right! That boy's right! That's just what I've always said! Isn't that what I've always said? That's what I've said, right enough.'
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