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<blockquote data-quote="Rerun" data-source="post: 6024459" data-attributes="member: 6700532"><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Not too far from the one remaining gate, I and five other soldiers of the Stormbirds gathered around a fire and idled away our liberty. Jessica, the veteran of the phalanx Impenetrable that I had rescued, turned the spit skewering a small pig we’d found in the goblin’s larder. Sitting next to Jessica, her shield brother and fellow veteran Murok, minded his appearance and ran a wooden comb through his blond hair and beard. Four year veterans each, the two had taken Kugo, Trang, and I somewhat under their wing. Husku, the old orc, lounged against a nearby tree, the many painted symbols and charms he wore glinting in the firelight.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Kugo, Husku said abruptly, I’m happy your part of this outfit. It warms my heart to see some real religion around here. Do us all a favor and bless this meal, I don’t trust this goblin pig not to make me sick.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Trang looked up from staring at the fire. Husku had obviously asked for the Hornfoot’s blessing with the elf in mind. The only thing getting sick was Trang if she ate the blessed food. Kugo looked torn. I wondered at his thoughts. On one hand he had an orc’s animosity for elves, but it never struck me as a central part of his character. On the other hand he looked up to the more traditional and experienced Husku.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">I’m not making my squad mate ill, Kugo said loyally.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Why would it harm her Kugo? The Hornfoot’s touch invigorates warriors. Ask your friend Morin.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Trang apparently didn’t like being talked about like she wasn’t there. She stopped the pussyfooting bluntly: It’s because of my race Husku. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Maybe, Husku replied, but I know my religion. The Hornfoot is a wanderer who left the battles with your kind to Father Gruumsh and his family. Are we sure it’s our god who objects to you Trang, or is it you who objects to him?</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">I want to eat and relax, not watch you needle the recruit Husku, said Jessica. Murok agreed; what crawled up your butt Hus? </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Maybe that’s all it is Murok. Husku faced Jessica, I’ve milked another blood toad Jessica and have a brand new jar of venom for you. Same price as before.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Jessica sliced open the pig, checked to see if it was done, and returned to turning the spit. Same price as before is a little much she said. Let’s make things interesting. Find something to wager on and I’ll pay you half price or half again.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">We can always bet on a fight, said Husku. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">What about a drinking contest I say.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">We’re out of wine without the Lord Captain here to pull it out of his turban Trang said mournfully.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Jessica spoke up. I’d like to see my lucky little savior Morin throw down. How about Trang or Kugo find out if they can knock him on his rear?</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">How did I get dragged into this? But having been called out I wasn’t going to back down. Everyone knows I’m the toughest of the recruits, I say, where I grew up getting cold cocked was just someone saying Hello.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Trang smiled. You couldn’t lay a finger on me.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">I like this, said Jessica, tough versus nimble. I choose my sister in arms Trang.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Husku looked interested. Morin isn’t bad for a human. I’ll take your bet.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Trang and I disarmed and faced off in front of the half circle of our peers. I hope I remembered something from watching the monks at the monastery back in Hartpolis. Trang stood facing me, slender and relaxed. She pulled out her flask, then scowled when she realized it was empty and put it back.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Aww Jessica, you’re already done. The elf can’t fight sober.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">But she can dance. You should have seen the show she put on when we “borrowed” Anvil’s mascot Scipio, said Kugo.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Who wants to dance sober? It brings out my bad side, replied Trang. Then she took two graceful steps forward and lifted her leg like a ballerina strait into the air, her shoe strait into my nose, and posed for second with her foot directly above her head.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Ouch. But the blood was more showy than damaging. Wishing I had the dexterity to lift my legs past my hip, I moved forward and threw a jab at Trang’s throat. She leaned backward and it missed by an inch.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Trang responded with hope backwards and a short kick to the gut. Then she advances and throws a punch at my face. I block with my forehead; those little twig arms of hers don’t hurt at all. Now that we were up close I grab her under the armpit and go for the head-butt. No dice, she twists out of my grip like she’s double jointed.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Sometimes tough means it hurts for longer as you lose, says Trang.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">I notice the sweat on her face. Sometimes being a drunk means you get winded after one little minute I reply.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Trang tries to hit me with a round house and I back up. She follows it up with a side kick and I back up again… right into the fire.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">I make a panicked leap forward but Trang has stretched out in a sideways lunge, kindly giving me a leg to trip over. I fall to the ground.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Yes! Jessica yells. That’s half price Husku. Husku scowls as the exchange is made.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Don’t feel all bad Morin. You might have lost to a girl, but I now I can balance the scales for when you saved me from bleeding to death. Jessica pulls out a stiletto out of a wooden sheath, carefully pours in a finger’s worth of blood toad venom, and offers it to me. Here’s some luck of you own to pay you back. Keep it in your boot. She winks.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Murok scowls. Isn’t that a bit much Jess?</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Nope.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">I shove the poisoned stiletto in my boot. Thanks Jessica, I like your brand of luck.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">It’s not right when the loser gets the prize Trang complained. I claim first slice of the pig as compensation. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">She does, and the rest of us follow suite. For ten minutes we eat in silence.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Lieutenant Komwill walks over and joins us. I’ve received word that the Trading Corporation Representatives arrive in a day. The Lord Commander is with them and the rumor has been floated that he’s renegotiating our contract. The presence of the elven Calvary could be a problem. It looks like they don’t want this portal opened, while the Elementium bunch want a new trade route. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Murok spoke up. How are we supposed to protect the incoming Representatives? In the open their Calvary could harry us to death if they wanted to.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">The Elementium Traders have increased their investment when they got our report about the portal in the pit. They’ve hired quite a bit of magical muscle from Hartpolis. Morin, you ever hear of the Incanters Triad?</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Yes, I say. The Incanters Triad is a pretentious name for some very experienced casters who deal with prophesy and the planes. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Well they’re good enough to teleport. Mage Illpuller is creating a focus in the temple. The wood elves shouldn’t be able to do a thing about it.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">When the Trading Corp arrives, does this mean we get paid asked Kugo. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">We might. The contract we signed is magically binding and elves or no elves the goblins are driven off and the portal is secure. But I don’t know what kind of bargain the Lord Salimis is working out. It wouldn’t matter anyway. There’s nothing to spend your gold on until we return to Hartpolis.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Morin, Kugo, and Trang, we got some scout business to talk about, follow me. Lieutenant Komwill lead us off two hundred yards into one of the empty rooms. If I know the Lord Captain, he’s going to want information on just what the Elementium folks plans are for that portal. When they arrive, do your best to insinuate yourself among them. Anything you could find out could be real important to the Stormbirds.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">So we’re going to be spying on our employers asks Kugo.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Exactly. Komwill leaves us to ourselves.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Hey Morin says Trang. You noticed Jessica’s talk of luck and payback is a lot of nosh right? She’s attracted to you.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Yeah I noticed.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Did you notice that Murok doesn’t like it one bit? It wouldn’t surprise me that if in his mind this punk recruit has become a rival suitor. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">I’m not really into Jessica, I say. It’s no big deal.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">No big deal to you Morin, maybe not to him. Just keep it in mind.</span></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Rerun, post: 6024459, member: 6700532"] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Not too far from the one remaining gate, I and five other soldiers of the Stormbirds gathered around a fire and idled away our liberty. Jessica, the veteran of the phalanx Impenetrable that I had rescued, turned the spit skewering a small pig we’d found in the goblin’s larder. Sitting next to Jessica, her shield brother and fellow veteran Murok, minded his appearance and ran a wooden comb through his blond hair and beard. Four year veterans each, the two had taken Kugo, Trang, and I somewhat under their wing. Husku, the old orc, lounged against a nearby tree, the many painted symbols and charms he wore glinting in the firelight.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Kugo, Husku said abruptly, I’m happy your part of this outfit. It warms my heart to see some real religion around here. Do us all a favor and bless this meal, I don’t trust this goblin pig not to make me sick.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Trang looked up from staring at the fire. Husku had obviously asked for the Hornfoot’s blessing with the elf in mind. The only thing getting sick was Trang if she ate the blessed food. Kugo looked torn. I wondered at his thoughts. On one hand he had an orc’s animosity for elves, but it never struck me as a central part of his character. On the other hand he looked up to the more traditional and experienced Husku.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]I’m not making my squad mate ill, Kugo said loyally.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Why would it harm her Kugo? The Hornfoot’s touch invigorates warriors. Ask your friend Morin.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Trang apparently didn’t like being talked about like she wasn’t there. She stopped the pussyfooting bluntly: It’s because of my race Husku. [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Maybe, Husku replied, but I know my religion. The Hornfoot is a wanderer who left the battles with your kind to Father Gruumsh and his family. Are we sure it’s our god who objects to you Trang, or is it you who objects to him?[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]I want to eat and relax, not watch you needle the recruit Husku, said Jessica. Murok agreed; what crawled up your butt Hus? [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Maybe that’s all it is Murok. Husku faced Jessica, I’ve milked another blood toad Jessica and have a brand new jar of venom for you. Same price as before.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Jessica sliced open the pig, checked to see if it was done, and returned to turning the spit. Same price as before is a little much she said. Let’s make things interesting. Find something to wager on and I’ll pay you half price or half again.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]We can always bet on a fight, said Husku. [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]What about a drinking contest I say.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]We’re out of wine without the Lord Captain here to pull it out of his turban Trang said mournfully.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Jessica spoke up. I’d like to see my lucky little savior Morin throw down. How about Trang or Kugo find out if they can knock him on his rear?[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]How did I get dragged into this? But having been called out I wasn’t going to back down. Everyone knows I’m the toughest of the recruits, I say, where I grew up getting cold cocked was just someone saying Hello.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Trang smiled. You couldn’t lay a finger on me.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]I like this, said Jessica, tough versus nimble. I choose my sister in arms Trang.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Husku looked interested. Morin isn’t bad for a human. I’ll take your bet.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Trang and I disarmed and faced off in front of the half circle of our peers. I hope I remembered something from watching the monks at the monastery back in Hartpolis. Trang stood facing me, slender and relaxed. She pulled out her flask, then scowled when she realized it was empty and put it back.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Aww Jessica, you’re already done. The elf can’t fight sober.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]But she can dance. You should have seen the show she put on when we “borrowed” Anvil’s mascot Scipio, said Kugo.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Who wants to dance sober? It brings out my bad side, replied Trang. Then she took two graceful steps forward and lifted her leg like a ballerina strait into the air, her shoe strait into my nose, and posed for second with her foot directly above her head.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Ouch. But the blood was more showy than damaging. Wishing I had the dexterity to lift my legs past my hip, I moved forward and threw a jab at Trang’s throat. She leaned backward and it missed by an inch.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Trang responded with hope backwards and a short kick to the gut. Then she advances and throws a punch at my face. I block with my forehead; those little twig arms of hers don’t hurt at all. Now that we were up close I grab her under the armpit and go for the head-butt. No dice, she twists out of my grip like she’s double jointed.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Sometimes tough means it hurts for longer as you lose, says Trang.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]I notice the sweat on her face. Sometimes being a drunk means you get winded after one little minute I reply.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Trang tries to hit me with a round house and I back up. She follows it up with a side kick and I back up again… right into the fire.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]I make a panicked leap forward but Trang has stretched out in a sideways lunge, kindly giving me a leg to trip over. I fall to the ground.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Yes! Jessica yells. That’s half price Husku. Husku scowls as the exchange is made.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Don’t feel all bad Morin. You might have lost to a girl, but I now I can balance the scales for when you saved me from bleeding to death. Jessica pulls out a stiletto out of a wooden sheath, carefully pours in a finger’s worth of blood toad venom, and offers it to me. Here’s some luck of you own to pay you back. Keep it in your boot. She winks.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Murok scowls. Isn’t that a bit much Jess?[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Nope.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]I shove the poisoned stiletto in my boot. Thanks Jessica, I like your brand of luck.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]It’s not right when the loser gets the prize Trang complained. I claim first slice of the pig as compensation. [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]She does, and the rest of us follow suite. For ten minutes we eat in silence.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Lieutenant Komwill walks over and joins us. I’ve received word that the Trading Corporation Representatives arrive in a day. The Lord Commander is with them and the rumor has been floated that he’s renegotiating our contract. The presence of the elven Calvary could be a problem. It looks like they don’t want this portal opened, while the Elementium bunch want a new trade route. [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Murok spoke up. How are we supposed to protect the incoming Representatives? In the open their Calvary could harry us to death if they wanted to.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]The Elementium Traders have increased their investment when they got our report about the portal in the pit. They’ve hired quite a bit of magical muscle from Hartpolis. Morin, you ever hear of the Incanters Triad?[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Yes, I say. The Incanters Triad is a pretentious name for some very experienced casters who deal with prophesy and the planes. [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Well they’re good enough to teleport. Mage Illpuller is creating a focus in the temple. The wood elves shouldn’t be able to do a thing about it.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]When the Trading Corp arrives, does this mean we get paid asked Kugo. [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]We might. The contract we signed is magically binding and elves or no elves the goblins are driven off and the portal is secure. But I don’t know what kind of bargain the Lord Salimis is working out. It wouldn’t matter anyway. There’s nothing to spend your gold on until we return to Hartpolis.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Morin, Kugo, and Trang, we got some scout business to talk about, follow me. Lieutenant Komwill lead us off two hundred yards into one of the empty rooms. If I know the Lord Captain, he’s going to want information on just what the Elementium folks plans are for that portal. When they arrive, do your best to insinuate yourself among them. Anything you could find out could be real important to the Stormbirds.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]So we’re going to be spying on our employers asks Kugo.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Exactly. Komwill leaves us to ourselves.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Hey Morin says Trang. You noticed Jessica’s talk of luck and payback is a lot of nosh right? She’s attracted to you.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Yeah I noticed.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Did you notice that Murok doesn’t like it one bit? It wouldn’t surprise me that if in his mind this punk recruit has become a rival suitor. [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]I’m not really into Jessica, I say. It’s no big deal.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]No big deal to you Morin, maybe not to him. Just keep it in mind.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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