Ecotourism was good for Daryl the dwarf. And while he came from a long dynasty of hill dwellers that had traditionally been quite eccentric, he was getting used to frequent visitors. His relatives didn't help much; they suffered from social dysfunction. But they were dwindling each year and someone had to find a way to carry on their legacy. Daryl brushed off his dusty jacket and went outside to gather some food. The earthbound life required no grocery stores, only time gathering edible plants and berries. It was darker than usual for nighttime, but that was because of the eclipse. When Daryl heard a small noise, he ducked his head with ease. The bat, guided by echolocation, would never have hit him; the echoes would have located Daryl's head. But he had moved as a reflex.