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Dardel was making egg and herbs in his crude stove (he made it himself from clay and mud) when he heard the faintest of rustlings. Dardel peaked through a parting in his tree's leaves amd saw a tattooed man hiding in the tree. Dardel was terrified, "The dark ones..." He whispered.