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Dahran looked up from his work, which was whittling a small fork. Far above, he saw streaks of blue Stormlight streaking toward the air. He spat. Them, those cursed Radiants were the reason the singers were in such a predicament. Trying to avoid the regals was getting harder and harder. Eventually they would be turned. He sighed and went back to whittling.
Dahran is a once-parshman singer who hates the radiants, and odium as well. He just wants peace, and to live an uneventful life.