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"The lady makes a valid point," Eligos says. "If I did create something to block this rain, we'd still be soaked through. Besides, I don't think that I could make it last long enough to do us a whole lot of good anyway since we appear to be waiting for a while longer yet."

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"How 'bout usin' magic to get th'rest of us summa whatever he's drinkin' then?", says Kurith, getsuring toward the dwarf sitting on his stool with his tankard.

 

"Hey dwarf. What's yer name?", she asks, not rightly recalling whether she had heard his name before.

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Kurith, Toldin, Eligos, Darius

 

About 30 minutes pass by as you engage in conversation. The rain is starting to get worse and you see a gigantic flash in the sky. About 60 seconds later you hear the rumble of thunder. The air temperature outside is starting to get chilled with the evening dragging on….

 

 

Quintilas…..

 

Quintilas opens the note, he scans the writing for a moment Decipher Script: 12 (Roll: 8, +4 mod) then places the note on the desk “here, take a look” he adds “by chance you think there’s a hidden meaning to it, perhaps a coding amougnst the words? I’m not much skilled at such things…yet” he says with a grin

 

Eissmuth takes a look at the note and back away. You see that he is somewhat perplexed by the writing on the note itself. He looks at you and says, “Well ----- Warric is a dwarf believe it or not. Born in the city he was. Who knows meebe the dorfs love the name. (he begins to chuckle to himself). Now the writing --- that’s not dwarven for sure. Tooo clean….”

 

“Sooz, think ya be wanting to hear what I have in mindz?”

 

Eissmuth leans back in his char and starts to chuckle to himself again. He says, “Well …… we’ll have ta see abouts that. But what ya got in mind Quint?”

 

You discuss in detail for the next hour. He reopens the shop afterwards and business is lacking for the rest of the afternoon. Eissmuth looks to you and say’s, “Well Quint --- time fer me ta be goin fer the evening. Keeps an open mind on whats we discussed earlier and let it stew fer a while…..”

 

With that being said Eissmuth opens the door in the pounding rain and both of you exit the shop. Eissmuth looks to you and says, “Hope ya have good fortune awaitin ya…..” With that being said Eissmuth turns and heads down the street.

 

Vargos…….

 

She looks to you and says, “Old Thor an Bellrose… Aye know it well lad. What ya be needin ta know?”

 

<Waiting on response>

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Darius reaches into his cloak and pulls out a flask at Kurith's request for drink. "Here," he says, handing it to her. "Take a pull on this and tell me what you think. As to your thoughts of being used for 'entertainment', I think you can rest easy. Well, I hope so, anyway. No ones ever hired me for that sort of job, I can assure you. My work usually involves finding things that nobody else can or killing things that nobody wants around, or both."

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For the past thirty minutes, Kurith and the others stood in the rain talking about the sorts of things most strangers talk about in such situations. Mostly they discussed the weather, and all agreed that there were other things that they would rather be doing than waiting out in it.

 

Darius reaches into his cloak and pulls out a flask at Kurith's request for drink. "Here," he says, handing it to her. "Take a pull on this and tell me what you think."

 

Kurith is a bit surprised by Darius' generosity to a stranger, especially a half-orc one. Her surprise does not, however, make her at all reluctant to accept his offer. She takes the flask and takes a good long pull. Her eyes widen a bit at first, but gradually her lips broaden into a grin of contentment.

 

"As to your thoughts of being used for 'entertainment', I think you can rest easy. Well, I hope so, anyway. No ones ever hired me for that sort of job, I can assure you. My work usually involves finding things that nobody else can or killing things that nobody wants around, or both."

 

"Uh-huh.", Kurith nods in agreement as the potion works its warm magic. "..but sometimes ya done it jus' fer kicks an' giggles too.", sha adds with a chortle and a snort. She passes the flask back to Darius. "Good stuff... uwak-api*... better'n most human-made pisswater." With that, she turns toward the dwarf and says, "Ain't that right..er... "

 

She pauses.

 

"What IS your name anyway? I ain't that good at guessin'."

 

 

* uwak-api - firewater, for those of you who speak orcish

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Darius accepts the flask back from the half-orc. "Kurith, correct? I'm glad you enjoy the drink," he says as he takes a jolt and hands the flask back. "I get it from a gnomish friend of mine. Jolly little fellow, with a snowy white beard."

 

His smile beams as he thinks of his friend. "Klaus is his name. A toymaker by trade, but he has this little sideline to appeal to the older folk. Does a very good business."

 

Taking a moment to look up at the sky, and the drenching rain, his smile fades a little. "You are wrong about one thing, though, Kurith," he says absently, still gazing upwards. "I never kill for fun. Only for pay, or in the defense of my life, or one I think worth defending. Now, where are our hosts?"

 

He also looks down at the dwarf sitting there guarding the door. "I wish to know your name also, Master Dwarf, because in a moment, if we are not shown the way in, I will have to harm you bodily if you attempt to bar my entrance into the tavern," he says with another smile, not quite as friendly as his other one.

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(Sorry for the delay)

 

Vargos looks at the woman as he takes the bottles of potions and stows them carefully away into his knapsack.

 

"I am to meet someone there, I believe. Might you know what kind of place it is? What kind of people go there?" he asks.

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Toldin watched the half orc and Darius pass a flask back and forth. The late comming human, standing at the foot of the steps in the rain, began to start boasting about his proficiency as a mercenary. Toldin was only half listening, thinking regrefully about his over-stepping his social bounds with Brundha. She had taken it good naturedly but he would make a note to go apologise about it later.

 

Suddenly his ears perked up as the human at the base of the steps adressed him.

 

"I wish to know your name also, Master Dwarf, because in a moment, if we are not shown the way in, I will have to harm you bodily if you attempt to bar my entrance into the tavern," Darius said with another smile, not quite as friendly as his other one.

 

Everyone turned to look at Toldin.

 

Toldin closed his tankard. This blustery mercenary was standing the the rain like a soaked cat. It struck him as funny, and he began to laugh.

 

"Har har har har!" Toldin boomed. "Oy! you, you dont think that as a bouncer I havent been threatend about five times a night?". Toldin shook his head still chuckling. "How did ye stay a mercenary anyway? Once you got past me, and into the Tavern, what'ya think the sixty or so dwarves downstairs are going to do when they found out that you attacked one of their own? And ye think Thor is gonna be happy? Ye might as well walk away from this job if your so impatient you cant wait a bit. Last thing Thor needs is some hot head, sack-o-meat thats gonna run head first into the first combat he sees, cause of his temper".

 

Still chuckling he turned to Kurith "My name is Toldin, im Thor's cousin and work here as the bouncer. Obviously im not good enough to go running up and down the street waving my hand in the air saying "Hey everyone! I kill people for a living!" He gave Darius a sidelong glance and continued. "But I do pretty well for myself"

 

Adressing the whole crowd, Toldin said. "Sorry I canna let all you in out of the rain, but those are the rules that Thor gave me. I assume anyway, that you would all be taken into the Inn behind me than actually going down into the tavern it being Dwarf night, but who knows what Thor's thinking. He the one paying. Im on strict orders not to let you in, until this last one, named Quintilas, shows up. Hopefully he will be here soon, or Thor will realize he is not comming and come gather the rest of ye."

 

During this speech, the door to the Tavern below opened again, and the same cloaked Dwarf came up the stairs. Oddly enough, on the shoulder of her oliskin cloak stood a small metal statue of an owl. Instead of going straight up the Inns' steps to Toldin she stopped in front of each of the people on the way up the steps. From under he cloak she produced a steaming hot tankard with a peuter lid.

 

As she handed the tankards out to Eligos, Darius and Kurith she spoke. "There was a time that I thought Toldin had better manners than he does," said Brundha her rosy cheeks and gold braids peaking out from under her cloak hood. "But Ill write it off to this foul weather your all having to sit in. This is hot mulled mead, made with honey and our own recipie of spices. Sip it carefully, though, its made for Dwarves and likely to go to your head."

 

She stoped in front of Toldin. "I thought it best not to refil your mug, as I wouldnt want your judgement to be impared any further"

 

<"Brundha I diddnt mean">, started Toldin in Dwarvish, but she cut him off with a laugh. It was high and clear like gold coins dropping in a pile.

 

<"Dont embarras yourslef in front of the talies, shortbeard."> she said.

 

Toldin nodded with a smile of shagrin on his face. He reached up a gloved fist and whispered to the owl statue.

<"Well come on Noctua"> he said, beckoning with his finger to the statue.

 

To everyones surpise, the statue flapped its metal wings, and hopped back and forth on its legs. But intead of hopping over to Toldin's hand, it steped up Brundha's shoulder and pushed closer against Brundha's hood. No matter how Toldin whispered or wistled to the clockwork bird, she refused to budge.

 

Brundha laughed her high, melodic laugh again. <"Serves you right, Shortbeard. Ill send her back up when Thor calls for you all.">

 

Brundha walked back down the Inn steps past Darius, and then down to the tavern door again. Turning its head completely behind it, the clockwork owl looked back up at Toldin with to huge pearl eyes and clacked its metal beak.

 

"Traitor!", mubmled Toldin into his cup as Brundha and the owl dissapeared into the Tavern below.

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With that being said Eissmuth opens the door into the pounding rain and both of you exit the shop. Eissmuth looks to you and says, “Hope ya have good fortune awaitin ya…..” With that being said Eissmuth turns and heads down the street.

 

“aye, me too my friend, I’ll be sure to return with some of the Irongullets clan best dwarven brew and a tale or two whilst we drink it.” he says then turns away and heads back to Madame Carah boarding house.

 

Upon entering the boarding house Quintilas first hears the familiar humming of song that Madame Carah entertains herself with while she works. She turns her small frame of just under 5ft and looks to him with her green eyes as he draws near “dinners in ten minutes dear” she says with a warm cheerful smile as she prepares to set the table. He watches her for a brief moment. She is a middle-aged women with long graying hair which is kept up in a bun. While overweight, she is healthy and hearty, as always she is wearing her apron over one of her simple dresses, today its of a soft blue hue. As she gracefully moves about setting the table Quintilas can imagine that she must have been one of the most beautiful maidens ever seen in the City of Splendors.

 

“has Dagan stopped in looking for me?” he ask. “no he hasn’t sweetheart, now git and wash up and hurry back” she says with her motherly tone “and be sure to bring your laundry down with you so Amrani’s girls can get on it first thing tomorrow.” She adds while continuing her task

 

After an evening meal of fresh bread, a robust stew and a savory roast, Quintilas informs Madame Carah that he may be indisposed of for a short period and makes the necessary arrangement to retain his room incase he is delayed beyond the time when rent is normally due. Madame Carah assured him that his room and any belongings he left behind will remain so till his return, whenever that may be.

 

Quintilas resided in one of the two back rooms with windows over Weeping Maiden’s Run. The room is spacious enough for up to two people, and comes equipped with a bed, a washbasin and chamber pot, a small chest, and a small oil lamp. Laying the items he picked up from Essimuth shop across the bed he sets to the task checking over his other gear that he plans on taking with him. Once all is in order, in its proper place and secured he heads out once more into the storm that has progressively worsen throughout the days with only the briefest of reprieves. For a moment Quintilas felt at odds with the storm as it did not feel entirely natural to him. His next stop was Helm’s Hall, he hurried along for he did not want to miss the expression on the children’s faces as they enjoyed some of the cities finest pies, he also hoped to catch up with Kiber before going to wait for Dagan at the Safehaven Inn where he felt confident that they would join up once more.

 

THUD!… THUD!… THUD! Was all Quintilas could hear over the storm that whipped about him as the heavy metal knocker rapped against the heavy set wooden door of Helm’s Hall. A couple minutes passed before the door parted, before he could be asked whom he was and the nature of his visit he called out “it is I, Quintilas Duskwander!” for a moment he had thought the wind had carried his voice off to be scattered across the boundless sky, then the door opened wider and the individual moved aside to admit him.

 

“Aye, greetings Quintilas” the mans steady strong voice reached his ears “I am Sir Elhorn Falconsflight, Lady Darkeyes awaits you in the dining chamber, if you would follow me” he says as he starts to turn away

 

“Yes.., oh yes!” Quintilas says a bit more energized as he recalls who the man before him is, “now I recall, we’ve met once or perhaps twice if my recollection is accurate, you are the preface of arms and the principal instructor of combat. Our first meeting was during one of your demonstration with your pupil Vigos. Kiber had mention that he showed great promise, so how is he? How goes his training?” he ask as he unfastened his cloak and placed it upon one of the knobs protruding along the length of the wall. “His training..,, even then, was complete, for as you said it was a demonstration” he states with a hint of disproval in his tone. “Vargos…” he made sure to articulate and pronounce the name clearly, though the tone remain “has left us for a time, he has embarked on a quest in Helm’s name.” He exclaimed, it took only an instant for Elhorn to realize his error. In his own arrogance he foolishly provided official church business over to someone outside of the order simply because he felt as if Vargos name and stature were being assaulted. With a silent prayer he thanked Helm for stopping he from blurting anything else out. Resigning himself to abandoning answering anymore question he led Quintilas through an adjoining hallway then into the dining hall.

 

Once inside he is pleased to see that his gift of pies had already arrived and the children were eagerly enjoying themselves. Several of them upon seeing the wood half-elf gave a quick wave. Quintilas knew that none were permitted to rise, but he was elated to see upon their faces that they were happy to see him, and in their eyes he knew that each appreciated the delectable treat that they were enjoying.

 

“Thank you for your generosity. Please, sit and join us Quintilas” Lady Darkeyes said in her soft calming voice “Thank you” he simply replied as he found an opening made available for him amongst the older children at the table.

 

Afterwards Quintilas ruffled the hair on some of the boys and stated that he would return soon when he had more time. As the children ran off to continue their daily routine Quintilas took this time to inform Lady Darkeyes on young Marcus condition and reassured her that he would be fine. He knew of course they weren’t particularly happy about the news and that someone would likely be dispatched first thing come morning to ascertain for themselves and report back with an update on Marcus status.

 

“please inform Elder Kiber if he’s not to busy if I may have a moment of his time” he’d hoped he had asked with the proper protocol. “That will not be possible Quintilas, Elder Ederick is not present, and I am not at liberty to discuss his whereabouts or when he is due to return, I know this is of no real consequence but my hands are tied on this matter, perhaps I or another here may be of some service to you?”

 

“I thank you, but I’ve taken enough of your time Lady Darkeyes, a simple note of my inquiry should suffice” he finishes and takes the slightest of bows “I shall take my leave” he turns and heads to retrieve his cloak. By the time he reaches his cloak another order members is there and escorts Quintilas to the exit.

 

Unlike where Sir Elhorn Falconsflight hastily spewed forth information to a genuine question which didn’t cause any reaction from Quintilas, it was Lady Darkeyes straight forward coolness and appearance of openness which gave Quintilas cause for alarm. In not telling him anything she also told him enough to guess that there may be something amiss. Just what he needed, one more thing to consume his thought with. Perhaps as he waited for Dagan to show up at the Safehaven Inn a drink would ease the commotion of a hectic day.

 

Cutting through Snake Alley which many Waterhavianerns assume is named after its twisting path, but some tell tales of a monstrous serpent loose in Waterdeep that carved this path through the buildings nearly two centuries ago. Reaching the end of the alley he is relieved not to have encounter such a reptilian beast. Quintilas finds himself standing in front of The Beer Golem Tavern. The soot stained granite building is located at the corner where Kerrigan’s Court and Slop Street meet. The heavy wooden sign is visible from both sides, it depicts a keg tap emitting an amber-colored elemental, beer suds for its hair and beard, who raises its drinking horn to potential patrons. Going up Slop street Quintilas approaches The Safehaven Inn.

 

The three-story stone and timber structure is one of the tallest and larger buildings in this part of the city. Large wooden plank signs swing in the breezes at the inn’s second story; their faces are carved with five runes: The elder runes of Lammath (safety and shelter) and Retniw (camping place), a Harper’s mark of Safe Haven, and the elvish and dwarvish runes for Safe Refuge. Above the heavy ash-wood double doors on Slop Street, golden letters are set in the stones of the arch, proclaiming the inn. The Safehaven

 

Entering the inn one can see that the large building’s main floor is surrounded on the north side with a massive oak bar and barstools, Quintilas moves to fill one of the few which still remain vacant. The wall behind the bar is dominated by three large tuns of beer and smaller casks of wine. The floor has four large support pillars and amply dispersed around the room are fifteen round tables with seating for six at each. The Safehaven is one of the most popular inns in the ward, its tables always filled by early evening with diners and bar patrons and its rooms quickly filled after that. Through the diligence of the headwaiter and the unspoken threat of the bouncers, few troublemakers ever disturb the peace here. Ordering up a drink he strikes up a conversation with the barkeep and other patrons who welcome a night of easygoing company as well as the nightly musical entertainment by Arkiem Arren. The wait for Dagan is spent listening to friendly gossip and catching up on local rumors. Gather Info: 20 (Roll: 11, +9 mod)

 

As the evening hours start to advance Quintilas accepts the fact that Dagan is otherwise disposed, the only comforting thought for the half-elf is that he will meetup with his brother at The Underdark. If whomever wanted the service of the Wolves of Cormanthor then its only makes sense that since he received a contact letter that there was one also delivered to his counterpart.

 

Finishing off his ale he orders up a portion of beef and a small roll which he decides he’ll enjoy to pass the time on his journey to the Underdark. The rain is starting to get worse as he approaches the Underdark, a gigantic flash arcs across the sky, shortly afterwards the rumbling sound of thunder fills Quintilas ears. The air temperature outside is starting to get chilled as the evening drags on.

 

The sight wouldn’t be unusual except for the fact that its taking place outside in a raging storm which doesn’t seem to show any sign of letting up. Quintilas approach appeared to go unnoticed as the groups attention was focused on something or someone, not even his enhance vision is able to pierce through the heavy downpour at this distant.

 

As he drew nearer his path led him to walk in the shadows that were sprawled across the street. He stopped and stood perfectly still when he had just apparently gotten within earshot to hear his name being called out from within the group. The downpour continue and it was a generous statement to say that visibility was poor, the mass of gray forms he eyed, listened as the speaker raised his voice to be able to be heard over the storm.

 

His first thought was that he was being addressed but as there was no reaction towards him and the speaker continued to draw the attention of the crowd that stood about being pelted by the sheets of rain, Quintilas figured between the hellish weather and whatever activity was transpiring that they still remained unaware of his presence even though he stood only 10ft away.

 

After the group appeared to settle for a moment Quintilas stepped closer into what dim light that managed to pierce this perverse and darkest of nights. For a moment he stood like a shroud in the night without making any movement or sound. Slowly a pair of arms flowed out from under his cloak and pulled the hood away revealing his shoulder length tousled hair. Quintilas intentionally wore his hair in such a manner for this meeting to give him a more wilder look. His coppery skin glisten as he let the rain wash across his face revealing his elven heritage. Tilting his head back he drank down the water that quickly filled his mouth when he opened it.

 

“I am Quintilas” is all he said in response to having heard his name spoken earlier before drawing his hood over his head once more.

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Kurith listens to Darius and the dwarf exchange veiled insults.

 

"Har har har har!" Toldin boomed. "Oy! you, you dont think that as a bouncer I havent been threatend about five times a night?". Toldin shook his head still chuckling. "How did ye stay a mercenary anyway? Once you got past me, and into the Tavern, what'ya think the sixty or so dwarves downstairs are going to do when they found out that you attacked one of their own? And ye think Thor is gonna be happy? Ye might as well walk away from this job if your so impatient you cant wait a bit. Last thing Thor needs is some hot head, sack-o-meat thats gonna run head first into the first combat he sees, cause of his temper".

 

Kurith turns to Darius and shrugs. "He don't want no hot-headed temper-havin' sack'o'meats, aye?". She laughs, gives him a light nudge with her elbow and holds her hand out in hopes that the flask is not yet empty. "Mus' want me fer my good-looks then.",

 

Adressing the whole crowd, Toldin said. "Sorry I canna let all you in out of the rain, but those are the rules that Thor gave me. I assume anyway, that you would all be taken into the Inn behind me than actually going down into the tavern it being Dwarf night, but who knows what Thor's thinking. He the one paying. Im on strict orders not to let you in, until this last one, named Quintilas, shows up. Hopefully he will be here soon, or Thor will realize he is not comming and come gather the rest of ye."

 

Kurith looks down at Toldin almost with pity. "Thor treat all his hired-help like this? Don't you wish you was inside where it's dry too?" she asks him.

 

She hears a voice, but not a voice belonging to anybody in the group.

 

“I am Quintilas” is all he said in response to having heard his name spoken earlier before drawing his hood over his head once more.

 

She turns round, but not in time to see his face. In the rain stands a slenderly built figure wrapped in a shimmering wet cloak.

 

"YER LATE!", is as far as she goes toward offering him a formal greeting.

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Kurith looks down at Toldin almost with pity. "Thor treat all his hired-help like this? Don't you wish you was inside where it's dry too?" she asks him.

 

Toldin sighs. "Well Im not hired help. Im family. An' being family you do your duty regardless of the conditions. Its not much pay, but its a solid roof, good food, and the knowledge yer helping the Dwarves of this city, as you would in any Shieldhall under the mountains.

 

“I am Quintilas” is all he said in response to having heard his name spoken earlier before drawing his hood over his head once more.

 

She turns round, but not in time to see his face. In the rain stands a slenderly built figure wrapped in a shimmering wet cloak.

 

"YER LATE!", is as far as she goes toward offering him a formal greeting.

 

Toldin nods. "Eye, and yer on the list. Should be the last one". Toldin reads over the scroll that he pulled from his oilskin cloak. He holds it close enough for it not to get wet, but up high so the light from the Inn's torch sconces reflect on it. "Eligos.. Kurith.. Darius.." he mumbles. "Oh By the Hammer!"

 

He looks up.

 

"Theres one more name. Please tell me one of your names is Vargos".

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"I'll let ya call me Vargos if you'll let us all in.", Kurith quips as she sips her mead.

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Darius' friendly smile returns as he accepts the hot mead with a small bow. He takes a sip, nods his approval, then turns to Toldin to address the dwarf's retort.

 

"Well, Toldin, I forgive you your assumption that what I said was said out of anger, and was meant to be a threat. It was, in fact, the truth. I don't care about 'Dwarf Night', or how many of the long beard are in the tavern, I am tired of standing here in the rain, and felt that the gentlemanly thing to do was to give you warning that I mean to go inside soon. I try not to attack people I don't know unless I am paid to."

 

He takes another gulp of his spiced drink. "Say, this stuff is extraordinary!! Who is the brewer?"

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“YER LATE!", is as far as she goes toward offering him a formal greeting.

 

“Eye, and yer on the list.”

 

“Late..?, List..?” he says as he looks about everyone, more to see if Dagan is amidst the group rather than who they are.

 

“I do have business here tonight and rest assure that I am not, late.” He says to the half-orc “In fact I’m closer to few hours early by my account and only so because I expected to find my brother waiting for me.” He adds looking from one person than the next with a questioning look upon his face and hoping that one of them might recall someone else mentioning his name.

 

“I heard my name called and rightly thought that you were going to delivery a message from him.” he says looking to the dwarf

 

 

“Please tell me one of your names is Vargos”

Hearing Vargos name mentioned, Quintilas begins to suspect that these other individuals have also been recruited by the Irongullet clan. It’s the only explanation he can think of as to why a group of people would be standing around in such weather at a location where a meeting was planned to take place that very night.

 

“What’s that list for anyways? As you say my name is on that, list, and if its to do with why I’m here tonight then my brothers name should be on it as well, Dagan MuHillin is his name. if you wouldn’t mind taken another look?.”

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