"Because when they know, they are usually complicit in its..."

He paused, absentmindedly gazing off into the distance as he mulled over the right word.

"...Creation. Such things do not come into being by accident, and you would be surprised how many people would sooner perish than let anyone know such secrets."

He filled a small pot about a quarter of the way with cooking oil and set it on a flat stone by the fire to heat up before getting to work chopping an onion into rings and a sweet potato into thin slices.