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About Sauran Darvok

Sauran Darvok lived in a happy shire, not far from a major city, but far enough that he and his people never cared for confrontation, only living their peaceful lives of farming and pipe smoking within their little hill holes.
However, slavers are indeed cruel, and they broke apart the calm with guns and nets. The peaceful hill halflings had no defenses or salvation. However, when told, Sauran ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, breaking the tree line and continuing through the brambles to freedom.
At the last second, he tripped, however, and slavers caught up to him. Surrounded, he began to cry, for, as a child, he was tired and terrified.
However, a beam of light shined down on him from the moon, and suddenly the men began dropping to the ground, laughing, hiccuping, and some even vomiting. Sauran looked up, and standing over him was a with a tankard in his hand. The man bent down, laughing jollily, and handed Sauran the tankard, which was full of apple cider. With a belly full and a mind full of sadness and fear, Sauran drooped off to sleep.
When he awoke, he was on the back of a black-furred wolf. He looked up, and a soldier looked down at him with pity.
"You got lucky son." The soldier said. "We found you in a clearing surrounded by slavers, with nothing but in a tankard in your hands."
Sauran looked down at the tankard, which he had cupped in his hands. In the bottom of the cup, their was a very fancy CC engraved. Someone- or something had saved him. But who?