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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5177067" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">There were only two guards, both whom I recognized through reputation. The first challenged my approach. He was Saint Incyneryte, a priest of Laster, and patron Saint of shellfish. A curious eccentricity of the Lasterian faith is that we believe that Saints should be hailed in their life, when they can appreciate their canonization. And there are an awful lot of Saints. If you were holy enough and could do something better than anyone else, it usually led to Sainthood. In Incyneryte’s case, he loved devouring shellfish, so to a Lasterian it seemed perfectly sensible to recognize this with Sainthood.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Saint Incyneryte was quite a large man, tall and wide. He wore a breastplate emblazoned with a wine cup spilling over two dice and a shellfish. Another trait of the Lasterian faith is to identify a worshipers significant vice and include it with Laster’s own symbol. A sparse, wiry and unkempt beard partially covered his ruddy cheeks. I had heard the he had not shaved since his canonization so that the juice of the sea creatures he so delighted in would be trapped in his facial growth allowing him to later suck upon it and once again experience the taste of the shellfish. I need not mention that he reeked of a stench one found when near a fishing fleet with a full catch. It was not dissimilar to the unpleasant odor I had smelt near the fish sheds of Ravenswood. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The second was Sir Calladan, Guardian of the East, and holy knight of Laster. He was a small but powerfully built man. A long dagger was sheathed by his side and a mighty sword on his back, with its’ impressive pommel fashioned into a dice, sticking out over his right shoulder. Underneath Sir Calladan’s surcoat, that bore the device of Laster, was a fine suit of linked mail armour.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Name yourself.” Commanded Saint Incyneryte in a nasal whine. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I was taken aback at his voice, it most definitely did not fit his significant size. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Er, Sir Gerard d’Montfort, Order of the Wyrm.” I replied recovering from my shock. “I wish to examine the corpse. I am hopeful that it may reveal some clue as to who she answered to.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Ah, of course, Sir Gerard. I can see no problem with you taking a look, afterall the word is that you were one of those that stopped the assassin.” Saint Incyneryte said.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“My thanks good sir.” I replied as I made my way past him and began to study Irveil.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I fully expected to discover the now familiar tattoo of Orsa Terminus, but, I was very surprised to find no trace of it, nor any other distinguishing mark on her body.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The other thing that I had expected to find was her serpent. Just as I had been given Ninfus Nex she no doubt was given a similar snake, a fact that Ninfus Nex confirmed to me earlier.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Yess, milord. All that sserve the Order ressieve one of my kind ass giftss.” He had hissed.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Yet, I could find no trace of it on her body, nor was it with the possessions that Moxadder had pilfered.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I hunched close to my rapiers hilt, feigning a close inspection of Irveil’s leg, and very quietly asked Ninfus Nex if he could sense another of his kind near by.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Yess.” Was his simple reply.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I muttered a simple incantation under my breath and waved my hand across my chest whilst waggling my fingers in front of me. The corpse suddenly began to glow a strong white, but its left arm radiated a deep red colour. Thankfully the magic I had called upon was visible only to myself, so both of Irveil’s keepers saw nothing extraordinary. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Unfortunately I could not tell what each coloured glow represented, but I did know that Irveil’s corpse had at least two different magical effects upon it.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Saint Incyneryte.” I beckoned the man over to me. “To your knowledge has anyone blessed or probed this body with magics?”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Why yes.” He said, his voice betrayed his curiosity.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Because I can sense that it radiates two different magical auras and I was wondering what they might be?” I asked.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Two? That is most unusual.” He paused, lifting his hand to stroke his spartan beard in thought. “There is no doubt of one, for I myself called upon Laster to bless the corpse. With rumours of ghosts walking the halls I thought it prudent to ensure that she’ll”, he indicated to Irveil, “not be giving us any unnatural trouble.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“But two? Let me have a look.” He said before he himself began a short chant.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Yes I see what you mean.” Said Saint Incyneryte a moment later. “Best we be rid of these magical things of which we know naught.” </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Um, before you do,” I interrupted, I had had a thought that if somehow Irveil had disguised her marks that she might actually be one of Geduld’s assassins, a burning monk. If so, just like those that we had killed in Halfast, this one was liable to explode if the magics were removed.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I explained my concern to Saint Incyneryte, who merely laughed. “Surely you jest! I’ll wager ten gromits to your one that the corpse will not explode.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Being a Lasterian I had little choice but to accept the bet, in any case I am always partial to trying my luck.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Saint Incyneryte intoned a quick prayer to Laster to release the body of its magics. As he finished beseeching our god, the body shimmered as if it were a mirage in the hot desert sun and revealed not Irveil but someone else entirely. Instead another woman was in her place. She too was quite dead.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">She was also completely bald and wore a loose red robe, just as the burning monks had. I turned, expecting the body to destroy itself and scorch the three of us, but nothing happened.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“See!” cried Saint Incyneryte triumphantly as he extended his hand, “No exploding monk!” Begrudgingly I handed over the coin that was his prize.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The body was unremarkable except that it was covered in tattoos. They depicted bloodied brass knuckles or a green and gibbering ghastly face. I was not familiar with the symbols, but later after telling the others of my discoveries Morgan and Moxadder agreed that they were the devices of two rival gangs from Irudesh City, Moxadder’s reputed birthplace.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">All of her body was covered in those designs, except for her chest and left forearm. Across her breasts and down to her belly was a pentagon, the symbol of the Fastness. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Whilst her painted body provided interesting information, it was her left arm that provided what I had initially been searching for. She wore a stylized armband of two snakes entwined just above her bicep and a tattoo of a serpent on her inner forearm. I removed the armband and then called forth Ninfux Nex. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">He unwound himself from my swords’ hilt, and in doing so returned to his natural bright green colour and raised himself up to face me. Sir Calladan and Saint Incyneryte, both recoiled in surprise.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Ignoring them I pointed to the snake of the corpses arm and asked, “Ninfus Nex, can you tell me if that tattoo is one like yourself?”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Yess it iss milord.” he answered.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Can you call it forth? I do not know how to summon another or the Order’s serpents.” I said.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Of coursse milord.” He hissed.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Ninfus Nex slithered from my sword and across my arm, then onto the painted belly of the woman. Then he raised his green diamond shaped head an inch above it and started swaying. Whilst his head swayed back and forth he hissed, changing his tone ever so slightly with each sway.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The tattoo, responded. Beginning to move, as if it were a live snake that was under the skin of the Fastendian’s forearm. It’s head pushed and prodded for a moment before breaking through the skin, and then slithering out from within her. It was a most unusual sight, more so because there had been no blood. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Who sso sssumonss me from my hosst?” it hissed.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“I, Sir Gerard d’Montfort.” I said.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">It turned its copper head toward me. Its forked tongue flicked out of its mouth as it hissed, “Ah, my lord of the Wyrm, thank you for freeing me. I have been trapped within thiss imposster trying ass hard ass I could to bite and poisson it. But alass I had no effect.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“The imposter is now dead.” I replied.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">My unusual conversation continued for a short time, whilst Sir Calladan and Saint Incyneryte looked confused and bewildered. Thankfully they did not interrupt.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Ssaruss Ssni, as the copper coloured snake was called, told me that it was only about six hours before that the woman called Irveil had placed him on her forearm and commanded him to become a tattoo. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The timing placed the event immediately prior to the ceremony in which Irveil and I were sworn into the Order of the Wyrm. From the moment he and finished his transformation he had sensed that his host was not who she was supposed to be. He had been biting her from that point onwards.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The plot had begun to reveal itself a little more. I suspected that the woman’s motives were to cause war between the Fastness and Guerney. However I had no idea as to why. Perhaps the power hungry and war mongering Prince Brand was behind the assassination. With his father dead he could usurp the throne and satisfy his lust for violence.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The Fastendian, obviously a passionate one as most would not tattoo the pentagon of the Fastness on their bodies, had magically disguised herself so as to infiltrate the palace to carry out her mission.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Another point that was unclear was whether the ghost of General Narblec had tried to escape, or whether it had intended to kill its host and therefore shift blame for the assassination onto the Fastness, thus causing war between it and Guerney.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I thought this plausible as we had already learned that the Dominion was attempting to destabilize Guerney. The pirates and their raids for information along the coast of the Bay of Misfortune, the poisoning attempt on the King in Halfast and even Korb and his cronies in the forest of Montfort causing the cessation of trade along the river. It all pointed to a cunning Dominion plot. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I was certain of one thing. I did not want Prince Brand to discover the truth behind Irveil. A bribe took care of that.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“This flesh need not be of the world. It’s spirit needs to be freed to travel to wherever it is going.” Winked Saint Incyneryte as he magically cremated the Fastendian woman.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Excited by my discoveries, I headed for my room, where the others still waited. After I had explained what I had found they all agreed that we needed to determine what the orb actually did, as it appeared that the General and his Fastendian host had attempted to escape through the mirror it had created. We decided that in order to experiment with orb and not draw attention to ourselves we would set off on the morrow to a secluding clearing in the forest nearby. I knew just the spot.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5177067, member: 46615"] [FONT=Arial]There were only two guards, both whom I recognized through reputation. The first challenged my approach. He was Saint Incyneryte, a priest of Laster, and patron Saint of shellfish. A curious eccentricity of the Lasterian faith is that we believe that Saints should be hailed in their life, when they can appreciate their canonization. And there are an awful lot of Saints. If you were holy enough and could do something better than anyone else, it usually led to Sainthood. In Incyneryte’s case, he loved devouring shellfish, so to a Lasterian it seemed perfectly sensible to recognize this with Sainthood.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Saint Incyneryte was quite a large man, tall and wide. He wore a breastplate emblazoned with a wine cup spilling over two dice and a shellfish. Another trait of the Lasterian faith is to identify a worshipers significant vice and include it with Laster’s own symbol. A sparse, wiry and unkempt beard partially covered his ruddy cheeks. I had heard the he had not shaved since his canonization so that the juice of the sea creatures he so delighted in would be trapped in his facial growth allowing him to later suck upon it and once again experience the taste of the shellfish. I need not mention that he reeked of a stench one found when near a fishing fleet with a full catch. It was not dissimilar to the unpleasant odor I had smelt near the fish sheds of Ravenswood. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The second was Sir Calladan, Guardian of the East, and holy knight of Laster. He was a small but powerfully built man. A long dagger was sheathed by his side and a mighty sword on his back, with its’ impressive pommel fashioned into a dice, sticking out over his right shoulder. Underneath Sir Calladan’s surcoat, that bore the device of Laster, was a fine suit of linked mail armour.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Name yourself.” Commanded Saint Incyneryte in a nasal whine. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I was taken aback at his voice, it most definitely did not fit his significant size. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Er, Sir Gerard d’Montfort, Order of the Wyrm.” I replied recovering from my shock. “I wish to examine the corpse. I am hopeful that it may reveal some clue as to who she answered to.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Ah, of course, Sir Gerard. I can see no problem with you taking a look, afterall the word is that you were one of those that stopped the assassin.” Saint Incyneryte said.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“My thanks good sir.” I replied as I made my way past him and began to study Irveil.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I fully expected to discover the now familiar tattoo of Orsa Terminus, but, I was very surprised to find no trace of it, nor any other distinguishing mark on her body.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The other thing that I had expected to find was her serpent. Just as I had been given Ninfus Nex she no doubt was given a similar snake, a fact that Ninfus Nex confirmed to me earlier.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Yess, milord. All that sserve the Order ressieve one of my kind ass giftss.” He had hissed.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Yet, I could find no trace of it on her body, nor was it with the possessions that Moxadder had pilfered.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I hunched close to my rapiers hilt, feigning a close inspection of Irveil’s leg, and very quietly asked Ninfus Nex if he could sense another of his kind near by.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Yess.” Was his simple reply.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I muttered a simple incantation under my breath and waved my hand across my chest whilst waggling my fingers in front of me. The corpse suddenly began to glow a strong white, but its left arm radiated a deep red colour. Thankfully the magic I had called upon was visible only to myself, so both of Irveil’s keepers saw nothing extraordinary. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Unfortunately I could not tell what each coloured glow represented, but I did know that Irveil’s corpse had at least two different magical effects upon it.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Saint Incyneryte.” I beckoned the man over to me. “To your knowledge has anyone blessed or probed this body with magics?”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Why yes.” He said, his voice betrayed his curiosity.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Because I can sense that it radiates two different magical auras and I was wondering what they might be?” I asked.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Two? That is most unusual.” He paused, lifting his hand to stroke his spartan beard in thought. “There is no doubt of one, for I myself called upon Laster to bless the corpse. With rumours of ghosts walking the halls I thought it prudent to ensure that she’ll”, he indicated to Irveil, “not be giving us any unnatural trouble.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“But two? Let me have a look.” He said before he himself began a short chant.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Yes I see what you mean.” Said Saint Incyneryte a moment later. “Best we be rid of these magical things of which we know naught.” [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Um, before you do,” I interrupted, I had had a thought that if somehow Irveil had disguised her marks that she might actually be one of Geduld’s assassins, a burning monk. If so, just like those that we had killed in Halfast, this one was liable to explode if the magics were removed.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I explained my concern to Saint Incyneryte, who merely laughed. “Surely you jest! I’ll wager ten gromits to your one that the corpse will not explode.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Being a Lasterian I had little choice but to accept the bet, in any case I am always partial to trying my luck.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Saint Incyneryte intoned a quick prayer to Laster to release the body of its magics. As he finished beseeching our god, the body shimmered as if it were a mirage in the hot desert sun and revealed not Irveil but someone else entirely. Instead another woman was in her place. She too was quite dead.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]She was also completely bald and wore a loose red robe, just as the burning monks had. I turned, expecting the body to destroy itself and scorch the three of us, but nothing happened.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“See!” cried Saint Incyneryte triumphantly as he extended his hand, “No exploding monk!” Begrudgingly I handed over the coin that was his prize.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The body was unremarkable except that it was covered in tattoos. They depicted bloodied brass knuckles or a green and gibbering ghastly face. I was not familiar with the symbols, but later after telling the others of my discoveries Morgan and Moxadder agreed that they were the devices of two rival gangs from Irudesh City, Moxadder’s reputed birthplace.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]All of her body was covered in those designs, except for her chest and left forearm. Across her breasts and down to her belly was a pentagon, the symbol of the Fastness. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Whilst her painted body provided interesting information, it was her left arm that provided what I had initially been searching for. She wore a stylized armband of two snakes entwined just above her bicep and a tattoo of a serpent on her inner forearm. I removed the armband and then called forth Ninfux Nex. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]He unwound himself from my swords’ hilt, and in doing so returned to his natural bright green colour and raised himself up to face me. Sir Calladan and Saint Incyneryte, both recoiled in surprise.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Ignoring them I pointed to the snake of the corpses arm and asked, “Ninfus Nex, can you tell me if that tattoo is one like yourself?”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Yess it iss milord.” he answered.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Can you call it forth? I do not know how to summon another or the Order’s serpents.” I said.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Of coursse milord.” He hissed.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Ninfus Nex slithered from my sword and across my arm, then onto the painted belly of the woman. Then he raised his green diamond shaped head an inch above it and started swaying. Whilst his head swayed back and forth he hissed, changing his tone ever so slightly with each sway.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The tattoo, responded. Beginning to move, as if it were a live snake that was under the skin of the Fastendian’s forearm. It’s head pushed and prodded for a moment before breaking through the skin, and then slithering out from within her. It was a most unusual sight, more so because there had been no blood. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Who sso sssumonss me from my hosst?” it hissed.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“I, Sir Gerard d’Montfort.” I said.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]It turned its copper head toward me. Its forked tongue flicked out of its mouth as it hissed, “Ah, my lord of the Wyrm, thank you for freeing me. I have been trapped within thiss imposster trying ass hard ass I could to bite and poisson it. But alass I had no effect.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“The imposter is now dead.” I replied.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]My unusual conversation continued for a short time, whilst Sir Calladan and Saint Incyneryte looked confused and bewildered. Thankfully they did not interrupt.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Ssaruss Ssni, as the copper coloured snake was called, told me that it was only about six hours before that the woman called Irveil had placed him on her forearm and commanded him to become a tattoo. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The timing placed the event immediately prior to the ceremony in which Irveil and I were sworn into the Order of the Wyrm. From the moment he and finished his transformation he had sensed that his host was not who she was supposed to be. He had been biting her from that point onwards.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The plot had begun to reveal itself a little more. I suspected that the woman’s motives were to cause war between the Fastness and Guerney. However I had no idea as to why. Perhaps the power hungry and war mongering Prince Brand was behind the assassination. With his father dead he could usurp the throne and satisfy his lust for violence.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The Fastendian, obviously a passionate one as most would not tattoo the pentagon of the Fastness on their bodies, had magically disguised herself so as to infiltrate the palace to carry out her mission.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Another point that was unclear was whether the ghost of General Narblec had tried to escape, or whether it had intended to kill its host and therefore shift blame for the assassination onto the Fastness, thus causing war between it and Guerney.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I thought this plausible as we had already learned that the Dominion was attempting to destabilize Guerney. The pirates and their raids for information along the coast of the Bay of Misfortune, the poisoning attempt on the King in Halfast and even Korb and his cronies in the forest of Montfort causing the cessation of trade along the river. It all pointed to a cunning Dominion plot. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I was certain of one thing. I did not want Prince Brand to discover the truth behind Irveil. A bribe took care of that.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“This flesh need not be of the world. It’s spirit needs to be freed to travel to wherever it is going.” Winked Saint Incyneryte as he magically cremated the Fastendian woman.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Excited by my discoveries, I headed for my room, where the others still waited. After I had explained what I had found they all agreed that we needed to determine what the orb actually did, as it appeared that the General and his Fastendian host had attempted to escape through the mirror it had created. We decided that in order to experiment with orb and not draw attention to ourselves we would set off on the morrow to a secluding clearing in the forest nearby. I knew just the spot.[/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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