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*The trees have starts getting smaller, still giant, but more redwood than sequoia (taller and not quite as big around). He’ll reach an area where trees have been cleared away, and soon, it’s clear he’s been spotted when people on motorized scooter-like contraptions come zipping out his way.*

Man: Ho, stranger. This is a dangerous area.

Darnell: *hands where they can be easily seen and he'll stop walking as soon as he's spotted* Ah, hi. Is it? Can you tell me where I am? *gonna play dumb and like he /just/ found himself here shortly ago and just started walking, leaving the tarok out entirely*

Man: *off his scooter and offers, Darnell a hand.* Talenelat. My name is Morin. Sir, we should get inside the city.

Darnell: *small frown as he repeats the very obviously (to them, in his mouth) foreign word* Talenelat... *accepts the hand* Darnell, pleased to meet you. And not to argue, but...why? What's the danger? *even as he moves as indicated if Morin gestures him to*

Morin: *will definitely gesture Darnell to step onto the scooter.* Tarok live near here. They hunt those who wander the forests in this direction. Trust me, friend, you don’t want to get eaten.

Darnell: No, not so much. What's a tarok? *as he gets on the scooter*

Morin: *raised brow* Giants. Massive creatures tall as trees. They’ve a taste for people. *he’ll head them towards the high walled city, the other men with him following.* What brings you out here?