(6) Tesil: "Magnifying glass?"

(10) Isaac: "yes.. I pride myself on efficiaency."
** (4) Thugdar stops himself from rearing back to pulverize the wall. **
(10) Isaac: 'stop him!"
** (10) Isaac Lols at the fact that the healer is winning with the kill count. **
** (1) Derro collapses on the ground, coughing from smoke inhalation. **
(8) Ithildae: whistles quietly to herself "I am so on it..." moving to the side and pulling up the bow, levelling it at the dwarf "Ok then... so..."
(6) Tesil: "Thugdar, don't hurt him!"
(4) Blackrazor: Feh. You'd hardly be worth it at this point.
(6) Tesil: "We want to talk to him!"
(6) Tesil: "Hold him down! WIthout hurting him!"
(6) Tesil: "You speak common?"
** (2) Mortus tele's his sward as he comes over, keeping it 5 feet away from him **
** (4) Thugdar attempts to pin the dwarf down ((Should we bother with grapple checks?)) **
(8) Ithildae: goes through a virtual plethora of languages as well to see if he can speak them (stand by, getting list -.-)
(2) Mortus: (( Nope, I don't speak dwarven. ))
(8) Ithildae: (( if he speaks... Common, Celestial, Auran, Draconic, Elven, Dwarven, Orcish, Halfling, Gnomish, Sylvan, Goblin, or Undercommon, I understand him... ))
** (1) Derro cough, cough. "I am speak common ratling. Do they know who they are dealing with? No, of course not. If they did, they would shuder in their boots. Look ath te little ratling quake under my gaze." **
(4) Thugdar: You wants I smash?
(1) Derro: "Why do you look at me that way? Are they fooled? of course they are. Fools are all they are."
** (6) Tesil bites her lizardly lip. "No, not yet." **
(6) Tesil: "Where are you diging?"
(4) Thugdar: Otays.
(2) Mortus: "It's pointless talking to it.. Derro aren't the brightest."
** (1) Derro looks shifty. "Digging? What digging?" **
** (10) Isaac frowns **
(6) Tesil: "You know what digging."
(4) Thugdar: Wingy lady say you want dig up bad man.
(8) Ithildae: "... uh huh..." continues to train the bow on the little blue dwarf "I tend to concur. Should we just eliminate... possibilities of rebuttal at this point?"
** (2) Mortus pushes a filter into it's mind (Charm Monster, Save DC 21) **
(1) Derro: "There, misdirection. Professions of ignorance will be taken at face value now?"
(1) Derro: SR check
(2) Mortus: SR: [1d20+14] => [14,14] = (28)
(2) Mortus: (( I win a prize? ))
(1) Derro: Will save [1d206] => [183] = (183)
(1) Derro: whoops, 1d206 was a bit much.
(1) Derro: [1d20+6] => [8,6] = (14)
(2) Mortus: (( lol ))
(8) Ithildae: (( a touch, methinks ))
(6) Tesil: (( that must've been a huge die ))
(8) Ithildae: (( I bet he succeeded on it too... ))
** (1) Derro looks at Mortus. "Fawn. I must fawn over this surfacer. No matter that he looks like a grub. No,I must be err, not enemies." **
(6) Tesil: "So where are you digging?"
** (2) Mortus sheathes his blade and lets the TK spell fade, approaching the derro. **
(1) Derro: "I am Amoxonyl"
(10) Isaac: "bless you.." holding out a hankerchief.
(6) Tesil: "Mortus, can Thugdar let him go now?"
** (2) Mortus bows. "Amoxonyl, I am Mortus. Welcome to our group, friend." **
(1) Derro: "Digging. Why are we digging. Why, to excavate of course. To unearth that which has been hidden. We must dig ever deeper to find that which is hidden from sight."
(8) Ithildae: does a quick scouting run around them, keeping nearby "Let me know if he decides to flee... I have been feeling unsaited of late."
(2) Mortus: "Aye, Thugdar can release him."
(6) Tesil: "What's hidden?"
** (4) Thugdar lets the bugger go. **
** (10) Isaac smiles. **
** (2) Mortus lets Tesil do the interrogating. **
** (10) Isaac lifts his mace contemplatively in his hand **
** (2) Mortus points at Isaac with a slightly threatening gaze **
(1) Derro: "Many things are hidden ratling. From sight all things in shadow are hidden. Unless of course, one can see in the dark, which would mean that that which is hidden in darkness is not hidden at all, but in plain sight."
** (10) Isaac blows mortus another kiss **
** (2) Mortus nods. "He speaks truth." **
** (4) Thugdar looks confused. **
(6) Tesil: "What is hidden near your digging?"
** (2) Mortus chuckles. "I think I'll like having you around, Amoxomyl." **
** (1) Derro winces at the mangling of his name. **
(2) Mortus: (( *Amoxonyl. Can't the damn NPCs have easier names D: ))
(8) Ithildae: (( ... where's the fun in that? ^_^ ))
(10) Isaac: (the next important npc is gonna be named bob nnow. just cuz of you)
(1) Derro: "My not enemy is stupid. All the better I suppose. For a smart not enemy would become an enemy of course. All the better to lead them from the truth. For only in lies can the truth be found...
(4) Thugdar: Um...Um ox..o... um oxo neal?
(1) Derro: (( sorry, the name came because I happen to have a bottle of skin cream here. ))
(4) Blackrazor: This thing is nuts.
(8) Ithildae: blinks, looking at the opening in the wall "Uh... ok. Did he just say what I think he did?"
(6) Tesil: "Okay... what are you not digging for?"
(2) Mortus: "Amoxonyl, can you take us to your digging site? We'd like to see your people's craftsmanship."
(1) Amoxonyl.: brb
(2) Mortus: (( LOL ))
(4) Blackrazor: You would get better answers out of the lug here. At least he's only stupid.
** (2) Mortus looks at Blackrazor, dismissing the spell he'd placed on Thugdar and returning him to normal size. **
(10) Isaac: (so who's actyually hurt right now?)
(4) Thugdar: ((not I, thanks to DR and temp HP))
(2) Mortus: (( I'm a little roughed ))
(6) Tesil: (( I still have temp HP left from the feast ))
(8) Ithildae: (( I am amazingly uninjured :) ))
(1) Amoxonyl.: (( Fyrsil heals himself ))
(1) Amoxonyl.: (( actually, never injured due to heroes feast ))
** (10) Isaac gives mortus a CLW [1d20+7] => [1,7] = (8) **
(6) Tesil: (in case you missed it) "Okay... what are you not digging for?"
** (2) Mortus nods his thanks to Isaac **
(1) Amoxonyl.: "I cannot go to where they are digging. Chtrax has forbidden it."
** (10) Isaac nods in response. **
(4) Thugdar: Whut dat?
(6) Tesil: "Who's Chtrax?"
(1) Amoxonyl.: "Oh, I shouldn't have said that. Quick, lies to hide the truth. I cannot go because it is taboo. Yes, the fools will believe that. It is taboo."
(8) Ithildae: "yes... the whole 'forbidden' thing..." frowns
(4) Thugdar: What dat?
(1) Amoxonyl.: (( appropriate kn checks to know about Derro. ))
(8) Ithildae: sighs "Ok. Can we just kill him? I'm sure we can find another fairly quickly that might be more... willing to cooperate" (what knowledge?)
(6) Tesil: Bardic Know: [1d20+14+1] => [1,14,1] = (16)
** (2) Mortus knows Derro stuff: [1d20+21] => [13,21] = (34) **
(4) Thugdar: Knowledge: Nature [1d20-1] => [7,-1] = (6)
(10) Isaac: (tesil doens't know *frown*)
(6) Tesil: (( doh ))
(2) Mortus: (( Unless it's arcana, that's the bonus for all of my knowledges ))
(10) Isaac: kn rel(it may be a religious figure thinks isaac) [1d20+21] => [13,21] = (34)
(8) Ithildae: (( heh... ))
(1) Amoxonyl.: "I am cooperating surfacer. I am being open and forthcoming. An open book am I. FOr all to read. Yes, that should suffice.
(8) Ithildae: Knowledge (Religion): [1d20+6+0] => [9,6,0] = (15)
(6) Tesil: (( Kn (kitchen sink) [1d20] => [5] = (5) ))
(8) Ithildae: Knowledge (Arcana): [1d20+7+0] => [7,7,0] = (14)
(8) Ithildae: (( poo ))
** (2) Mortus points across the lava river. "What do you know of that tower?" **
whispering to Mortus, Derro are racially insane. This is pretty standard behavior for them.
(2) Mortus: (( I know the kitchen sick: [1d20+21] => [5,21] = (26) ))
(8) Ithildae: "Uh huh... I have to second my own opinion... anybody accepting?" sighs, seeming to get noticably restless
(1) Amoxonyl.: "That's another guard tower. For keeping people like you out."
** (2) Mortus looks to the others. **
(6) Tesil: (( "kitchen sick knowledge"... that's what you know when there was a lot of beer poured down the drain ))
(1) Amoxonyl.: (( The name Chthrax means nothing to any of you. ))
(8) Ithildae: blinks, thinking "... wait... I have an idea..." goes up to Tesil, crouching and starting to whisper to her
(6) Tesil: "Out of what?"
(2) Mortus: "Amoxonyl, I'm hurt you'd say something like that. And here I thought you were my friend." He frowns and feigns sincerity
(4) Thugdar: Whut be tiny man? Tiny man look like dwarf but not on fire like udder dwarfses.
(2) Mortus: "Tesil, you are aware that all Derro are insane?"
** (6) Tesil murmurs to Ith... **
(1) Amoxonyl.: "Out of here ratling. Outsiders are not welcome. Well, that is not true. For a given value of truth. Outsiders are welcome as meals, but, rarely as guests."
** (10) Isaac snickers **
(8) Ithildae: "uh.. yes... yes I was..." her eyes shift a bit side to side
(4) Thugdar: It not in sane...it in dun-jin.
** (2) Mortus snickers. "Amoxonyl, would you be so kind as to come with us? We will protect you and provide you with food." **
(6) Tesil: "We got a little information out of him so far. Who knows what else he'll spit out."
** (6) Tesil continues murmuring to Ith. **
(8) Ithildae: "in the end... probably nothing. He'll most likely raise a scene, cause us to get attacked, and or instigate some other problems with us until we are forced to more appropriately deal with him."
(1) Amoxonyl.: "Come with you. I guess that I could. It will be interesting to see your demise if nothing else. Oh, I shouldn't of said that. Now he won't trust me. Quick, think of something to say."
(1) Amoxonyl.: (( guys, gotta go for 5 minutes. Smoke 'em if you got 'em. ))
(6) Tesil: "See, he has no inner monologue."
(10) Isaac: "it's all an 'outer monologue' then?"
(8) Ithildae: frowns, thinking and staring at the Derro quietly, as if examining him "Yeah. No cognitive thought process it would appear. It's all verbal. So..."
(6) Tesil: "What else would you call that?"
(2) Mortus: "Yes, that is what Derro do. They're all racially insane."
(6) Tesil: "Ith, walk around the corner if you're going to do what I think your'e going tod o."
(8) Ithildae: "Mortus... what else do you know about Derro?"
(4) Thugdar: If all dem is in Sane, whut dis one do here?
(6) Tesil: (( brb ))
(2) Mortus: "What else do you want to know?"
(8) Ithildae: "... whatever you can give me...."
** (2) Mortus scratches his chin. "Sunlight is harmful to them." **
(2) Mortus: "They're sneaky and rather deadly.."
(4) Blackrazor: These ones are rather dead.
(6) Tesil: "You know, I'd rather not have this one following along with us. Mortus, are you sure your spell took?"
(8) Ithildae: "Yes... except for this one... whom... may get... 'rescued' perhaps?"
** (2) Mortus nods. "Yes, I'm possitive. If it hadn't, he'd have tried to kill us already." **
(6) Tesil: "The fact that he's obviously trying to make himself look friendly on the surface is making me leery."
** (2) Mortus shakes his head at Ithildae. "They're not the type that work well with others." **
(8) Ithildae: "uh huh... I can tell..."
** (2) Mortus dismisses Tesil's worries with a wave of his hand. "My spell does not make him a slave, merely a friend." **
(1) Hussar: back
(6) Tesil: "He still makes me nervous."
** (2) Mortus shrugs. "So did the behir. And he died for us." **
(8) Ithildae: (( *tries to get into 'crazy talk' mode....* ))
(4) Thugdar: You wants I smash?
(6) Tesil: "I trusted the behir more than this guy."
** (2) Mortus shakes his head at Thugdar. "I like Amoxonyl." **
(8) Ithildae: "Uh... maybe I should go... scouting... to see if... there's... uh... any more....?"
(6) Tesil: "Not yet, Thug. The idea of killing him right here doesn't make me feel any better."
(6) Tesil: "That's a good idea, Ith." Tesil says with a grin.
(1) Amoxonyl: "See them discuss my fate. Much fun it is. The shadows will watch their every move. ALready moving in are the shadows no? Maybe. We must wait with them. But what if they think I am with them? A future betrayal may be needed...
(8) Ithildae: (whispering): how tall is the Derro?
(6) Tesil: "That's what I"m talking about."
(8) Ithildae: (( ... I'm not entirely sure I can mimic that actually... ))
(4) Thugdar: I not likes him.
** (1) Amoxonyl looks at you staring at him. "What?" **
** (6) Tesil points at the derro. **
(1) Amoxonyl: (whispering): 5 feet ish
** (2) Mortus quirks a brow at Amoxonyl. "Wait.." **
(1) Amoxonyl: (whispering): dwarf sized
(8) Ithildae: (whispering): ooo...
(2) Mortus: "Amoxonyl, where are the ant people?"
(1) Amoxonyl: (whispering): Derro basically look like blue dwarves.
(1) Amoxonyl: "Ant people? Who said anythign about ant people? Did I talk about them and their missing Queen? I don't think I did. Perhaps they are reading my mind. Are you reading my mind?"
** (1) Amoxonyl holds his breath and stares at Mortus with big eyes bulging. **
** (2) Mortus winces.. **
(8) Ithildae: whistles absently to herself after watching the Derro again, moving behind the rock to 'scout'
** (6) Tesil chudkles. **
(2) Mortus: "No, friend, I'm not reading your mind. Fear not."
(4) Blackrazor: Yes I am, and I think it's wordy and poorly thought out.
(6) Tesil: "The formians are missing their queen?"
(2) Mortus: "There, another piece of information. We have a missing formian queen."
(6) Tesil: "Are you friends with the ant people?"
(8) Ithildae: (( gah, brb ))
(4) Blackrazor: Why do we waste our time on this vermin. I say we throw him in the lava and be rid of him.
(8) Ithildae: (( back. Ok. *breathes out slowly* let's try this... ))
(6) Tesil: "You don't want to eat him?"
(6) Tesil: "I would've thought throwing people in lava wouldn't be your cup of tea."
(1) Amoxonyl: "Friends... friends... Hrm. Well, we do not eat them? No we do not eat them, so they must be friends. Chthrax would punish us if we ate them, cracking their shells open over a slow fire...
(8) Ithildae: (( I can't happen to get to any of the clothes the other Derro were wearing could I? :P ))
(2) Mortus: (( Unless the derro is retarded AND insane, I believe it gets another save after Blackie's comment. ))
(1) Amoxonyl: (( Sure Ithil, however ,the clothes are pretty badly burned. ))
(8) Ithildae: (( ... right. So about as useful as my 'generic dwarf' clothes then? Heh ))
(1) Amoxonyl: (( Heh, well, threatening with death is pretty much for the course for hese guyus... ))
(1) Amoxonyl: (( err these guys. ))
(6) Tesil: "So, Amox... what's your favorite color?"
** (6) Tesil looks back at the group and shrugs. **
(1) Amoxonyl: "Amoxonyl. Black.
(6) Tesil: "Why?"
(6) Tesil: "That was the shortest thing he's ever said, I think."
(1) Amoxonyl: "Because it is my name."
** (2) Mortus ponders. **
(8) Ithildae: (( I'm disguising myself as a Derro, and putting on my generic dwarven clothing. Disguise check to follow ))
(8) Ithildae: Disguise: [1d20+8+10] => [4,8,10] = (22)
(6) Tesil: "What other black things do you like?"
(1) Amoxonyl: (( That's a bloody difficult question Tesilo. Jeez ))
(10) Isaac: ((lol)
(6) Tesil: (( hehe ))
(6) Tesil: (( she just wants to keep him talking ))
(4) Blackrazor: How about me? I think I could really get inside your head.
(8) Ithildae: (( *chuckles* ))
** (1) Amoxonyl rhymes off a number of black colored things that he enjoys doing vile things with. **
(8) Ithildae: (( ... ))
(4) Blackrazor: Derro, you will cease prattling or I will pull your knees out through your ears.
** (10) Isaac twitches slightly **
(6) Tesil: "Are there any black ant people?"
(8) Ithildae: (( pulls out a crossbow and set of bolts the one of the other Derro had, loading it? ))
** (6) Tesil glares at Thugdar. **
(2) Mortus: "Amoxonyl, where's Chthrax?"
(2) Mortus: "Amoxonyl, where's Chthrax?"
(4) Blackrazor: Bloody Derro. They taste terrible.
(1) Amoxonyl: Actualy, Ithil, I make the disguise check in secret.
(8) Ithildae: (( ah, whew. Good, because mine sucked ^_^ ))
(2) Mortus: (( Sorry, lagging a bit.. ))
(8) Ithildae: (( I'll wait a bit longer just in case they happen to get somewhere ))
(1) Amoxonyl: "Chtrax? I don't know. Will he believe that? He should, it is the truth. But, why should I tell the truth? Maybe I am lying without knowig it."
(1) Amoxonyl: (( the crossbows are all repeating light xbows. ))
(1) Amoxonyl: (( all arrows are poisoned. ))
(8) Ithildae: (( kk. I have no intention of hitting anyone. ))
** (2) Mortus scratches his head **
(1) Amoxonyl: "Chtrax put us out here a long time ago. We are to watch for intruders. Watch and kill. Stupid golem. Was supposed to kill all of you then I could suck the marrow from your bones."
(1) Hussar: Rolling for no reason [1d12] => [9] = (9)
(2) Mortus: "Do you know where the ant people are? Or perhaps the direction to the digging site?"
(6) Tesil: "Are there any more golems?"
(1) Amoxonyl: "The ant people are everywhere. They swarm like... err... ants. The golems guard. Inside. Through the trapped gate.
(6) Tesil: "Trapped. Good to know."
** (2) Mortus points south east. "That trapped gate?" **
(1) Amoxonyl: "Is the gate trapped? of course it is. I pulled the lever myself. It is trapped and it will smash all of them flat. Turn them into jelly."
(1) Amoxonyl: "Who said that gate is trapped. I never said anything. It is a gate."
(4) Thugdar: If we are to travel taht way, perhaps he should go first?

(4) Thugdar: ((Consarnit!))
(8) Ithildae: (( man that will be hard to emulate... ))
** (2) Mortus shakes his head. "I doubt he'd attempt that.." **
(6) Tesil: "What's behind those gates besides a trap and more golems?
(1) Amoxonyl: "They want me to go first? Why? Do they not know I will lead them into danger? Ahh, they trust me. Fools. Trust me? But, if I go first, the gate will crush me. Oh what to do?"
(1) Amoxonyl: (( btw, read Steven Erikson for this sort of talking. Great stuff. ))
(6) Tesil: "We don't want you go to first. We like you."
(1) Amoxonyl: "Within the tower is a lever. Do not pull it if you do not value your lives."
(6) Tesil: "You're fun to talk to." Tesil says with a grin.
(2) Mortus: (( Heh. I love playing wild mages specifically for this. I think my next charrie will be a wild mage just for the crazy flavor. ))
(8) Ithildae: (( yeah. I'm trying to think of a way to do it on the fly... *frowns* I'm having to plan sentences around that kind of structure. ))
(1) Amoxonyl: "Like me? What a strange little ratline."
(4) Blackrazor: I do, to hell with the stinking gritsucker.
** (10) Isaac smiles discreetly listening to the derro **
(6) Tesil: "Note the double negative. I think we should pull the lever."
(1) Amoxonyl: "Curses. But, maybe that is only what I want them to think. Yes, pull the lever. Pull it, PULL IT!"
** (2) Mortus nods at Tesil's use of the Common language. **
** (1) Amoxonyl looks at you. "What?" **
(4) Thugdar: .you're trying to make an educated guess based on this creatures answers?
(4) Blackrazor: ((Feh))
(6) Tesil: "He said he pulled the lever himself, presumably to set the trap."
(6) Tesil: "In madness, there is truth." Tesil sounds like she is quoting someone.
(2) Mortus: "So, on we go? Or would you rather stand around babbling with Amoxonyl and await possible reinforcements?"
(4) Blackrazor: I madness there is insanity, nothing else.
(6) Tesil: "I think we should get Ith to throughoughly check any levers before we pull them, though."
(4) Blackrazor: I say we throw him in the gate.
** (2) Mortus knows there will be none, but he's rather keep going. **
(1) Amoxonyl: (( ALWAYS PULL THE LEVER! ))
** (4) Blackrazor begins to get impatient. **
(6) Tesil: "No, no violence when we don't need to."
** (10) Isaac waits ot have to patch up epople when they do stupid things **
(6) Tesil: "I think I've learned my lession with levers."
(2) Mortus: (( *he'd ))
(4) Blackrazor: Really? And what are you going to do with him after we move on? Leave him alive and he tells someone about us.
(6) Tesil: "I think we've probably got as much out of him as we're going to get."
(6) Tesil: "I was just going to ask what we should do with him."
(2) Mortus: "No, he'll come with us, won't you Amoxonyl?"
(1) Amoxonyl: "Are they fooled? By me? Oh, fooled by me they are. I should do a little dance."
(6) Tesil: "I think he's too dangerous to come along."
** (1) Amoxonyl dances to a different drummer. **
(4) Blackrazor: My thoughts exactly.
(2) Mortus: (( The doom song to go with his doom-y dance? ))
** (2) Mortus waves his hand. "He is harmless." **
(6) Tesil: "I feel like we should tie him, gag him, and leave him here."
(4) Blackrazor: Harmless? No wonder you people are dropping like flies...
** (1) Amoxonyl stumbles in his dance. **
(2) Mortus: "He'd probably bite his tongue.."
(10) Isaac: "we can only hope."
(4) Blackrazor: Of those who I began this journey with, only my bearer survives. Feh.
(8) Ithildae: (( time to interject a bit of rash thinking into this... hopefully... ))
** (2) Mortus points at the axe. "Listen, Blackrazor. He will not harm us if we do not harm him." **
(1) Amoxonyl: "Tie me up? What does the ratling want to do that for? Perhaps she has ... plans for me. Foul, lascivisous plans. Involving multi-species coupling. Fould creature.
** (1) Amoxonyl looks hopeful. **
(8) Ithildae: (( ... ))
(2) Mortus: (( Rofl, perverted derro. ))
(8) Ithildae: (( ok. There's no way in Hell I can follow that up with what I was going to say... ))
(6) Tesil: "Um, he didn't hear the 'leave him' part, did he?"
(8) Ithildae: (( you just completely screwed me up Hussar... ))
** (2) Mortus looks at Tesil. **
(2) Mortus: "I think he likes you," he chuckles.
(6) Tesil: "And now I REALLY don't want him following us."
(10) Isaac: ((lascivious.. nice word for an insan-o)
(4) Blackrazor: he is a liability at best, a threat at worst. We should be rid of him and you are trying my patience.
(1) Amoxonyl: (( my wife is wondering why I'm giggling like a brain damaged monkey over here. ))
** (6) Tesil glares at Mortus. **
(8) Ithildae: comes out, looking quite akin to a Derro, firing the crossbow near Mortus, intentionally missing "They're here, they're here! Hurry Amoxonyl! Get to Chtrax! Hurry, hurry!"
(2) Mortus: (( lol ))
(10) Isaac: ((because, at the moment, you ar eplaying one))
** (6) Tesil gasps and darts to the side! **
(1) Amoxonyl: Spot [1d20] => [10] = (10)
(1) Amoxonyl: (( stop for a sec. ))
** (2) Mortus scratches his chin and moves his foot from the crossbow bolt. "What in the planes.." **
(1) Hussar: (( I'm not really sure what he'd do. You shot at his best friend. Would he attack you? Knowing that'd be instant death? Hrm. ))
(8) Ithildae: (( yeah. There's a reason I shot at the person I did actually ^_^ ))
(2) Mortus: (( Hm, indeed. ))
** (10) Isaac frowns pulling slightly on the 'thread' and noting who this derro is. **
(1) Hussar: I understand what you're trying to do. I'm just not sure how to react.
(1) Hussar: Tell you what, I'm looking at the time, and that looks like a good place to end things.
(1) Hussar: Did you pull the lever?
(2) Mortus: (( Give you a week to think it over, lol. ))
(6) Tesil: (( what lever? ))
(8) Ithildae: (( mm... sounds like a plan. And no, I did not ))