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"Yea, that's fair." Darrken replied watching Grankle stamp through the woods determinedly. With that Darrken turned and walked back to the hotel room. As he opened the door he saw Araile and Remes talking. "Hey." Darrken said poking his head in the room. "Breakfast will be ready in a few. I'll have a fire going outside." He said slowly closing the door and walking back to he small clearing.

With a small "Oomph." Darrken fell a small tree for firewood. He then broke it up and lit the fire. As it got going, Darrken sat down a gazed into the fire as he waited on Grankle to come back with the bear. "He moves so slow." Darrken thought. "I wonder how he's going to take that thing down." As he sat thinking about this and gazing into the fire, one of the flames caught his attention. It began to take the shape of a robed figure. Darrken looked closer. Surely he was imagining all this. As he leaned in he heard a voice emit from the flame.

At first he couldn't tell what it was saying, but as he listened closer, his heart began to sink. The words emanating from the fire was a language he had not heard in a century. They were in the demonic tongue. As the voice kept going Darrken recognized the words. They were an ancient chant used by practitioners of black magic who wish to make pacts with demons. Darrken's gazed fixed on the tiny flame man as the chant continued. He could feel his whole body tremble. His skin began to itch and two small cuts appeared on his forehead, right about his eyebrows. Suddenly a noise in the woods snapped him out of the trance. He shook his head and looked towards the noise.