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When last we saw our heroes, they were crossing large swaths of map in cut-scene time. For them, it’s been boring guard duty, a few small-town marketplaces to shop in. Brom is now pleasantly confident that the caravan will end with their ledgers in the black, which would be news to celebrate on if they hadn’t lost people.
Brom: “Losin’ money is bad enough, but losin’ people is a true grief. Given the choice…well, we weren’t, and losin’ money on top of it won’t bring them back.”

  • Jessaila agrees.
    Seiankornai: “Though I must ask, did you expect that someone would be lost on this trip?”

Today you reach new heights of boredom, unless you happen to be afraid of sailing, as you board the ferrey for the islands of Moru’s Mirror, starting with the biggest one.
Jessaila: “Ah, back on the water again, after all these years.”

Malaina: ((Are the ferries big enough to support two drakes?))

  • Seiankornai shakes his head at Jamshid hiding in his cabin the most of the trip
    Brom: “Well, we never really expect it do we? There’s always dangers in traveling, though, and lately a lot more than usual. Those of us as travel all the time can’t be unaware of it.”
  • Grok throws out his supply of monster bait and hopes for more interesting sea creatures to be attracted
    Brom: ((the ferries are big enough to support multiple wagons, so drakes aren’t really a big deal for them.))

Seiankornai: “It must be nice to expect everyone to make it…” Seian trails off, looking nowhere in particular

  • Jessaila gets out her whetstone and starts sharpening her saber.
  • Grok peers over the side looking for fishy friends
  • Ferrymen cut Grok’s lines and complain to the other sunchasers to “keep him in line” before “everyone that’s already riled up against ogres gets wind that he’s trying to bring monsters down on them” and they end up “trying to decide whether to stop a lynching or help, if you get our drift”
  • Malaina gives Seian a dirty look as she goes to stick next to Jess, wanting to hear stories of her days on a boat, Vari laying behind the two
    Jessaila: “Hey Mala.”
  • Brom seemed like he wanted to pursue that comment with Seian, but there’s something of a scene starting around Grok and Jamshid (who is trying to translate for him)
    Malaina: “Hello.”
  • Seiankornai doesn’t notice the look, but does go over to Grok, “Now Grok, you can’t be attracting more beasties, not with other people around. They might think you’re part of the group who’s sending monsters to the caravans.”
    Jessaila: “What’re you up to?”

Grok: W “They control sea monsters too? How they do that?”

  • Malaina looks out over the water, “I’m bored and I want to hear a story and since you are older then me, I figure you have some kind of story for me!”
  • Jessaila chuckles.
    Jessaila: “Well, I suppose I can think of a good story.”

Seiankornai: “It’ll just reinforce in their minds that ogres are monsters, and you’ll bring dishonor on them and yourself.”

Malaina: “Goodie!”

Seiankornai: W “We’re not sure how they lead the monsters, could just be with food scraps like you’re doing, or maybe they have magic. It’s a puzzle. And I know how you like puzzles, why don’t you put your brilliant mind on that and leave the monsters be for now.”

  • Ferrymen haven’t actually heard of anyone sending sea monsters at caravans, mainly because in their region the water has been the safest place to trade, but they aren’t blind to the possibililty of that changing…and apparently the “people who are stirred up agains ogres” is practically the whole region.
    Ferrymen: ((at least according to them))
  • Jessaila thinks of a story.
    Jessaila: ((You want something boat-specific?))

Malaina: ((Sure! Tell a tale of how you saved a boat from sinking!))

This ferry ride will last pretty much all day, so there’s time for story telling

  • Grok thinks a bit, then pulls out his thinking cap, and sits in a corner silently for a long time.
    Malaina: ((Make sure he didn’t sit on Thurirl))

Jessaila: “Being back on this ferry reminds me of the boats we used growing up in the swamps.”

  • Isabis gets Jamshid and Thurirl to join her in joining Grok, and tries to talk over the clues they have so far.
  • Malaina listens intently
    Jessaila: "They’re pretty similar in shape, just a lot smaller.
  • Vari snoozes a bit in the heat of the sun
    Jessaila: “A bit rectangular, and flat-bottomed.”

Jessaila: “You pole them instead of row.”

  • Seiankornai lies down near the others, keeping a careful eye out on the water, but listening
    Malaina: “Pole them?”

Jessaila: “Yup. You get long wooden poles, and push off the bottom.”

  • Seiankornai looks at the oars, “I know what a pole is, I’m not sure how that would be more efficient than the oars”
    Malaina: “Ohhh, that makes sense!”

Seiankornai: “Oh, you can reach the bottom.”

Jessaila: “Yup.”

Takeru has connected.
Jessaila: “You could row them, but in many places in the swamp, you don’t have room on the side to extend the oars.”

Isabis: ((hello Takeru. Not sure what the session’s going to look like tonight, we’re missing 1/3 of our players. I was expecting information gathering, to the extent I let myself have expectations, but as it stands it might be pure RP)

Jessaila: “They were a lot of fun to punt about. Pretty maneuverable and steady, even when you got attacked by river critters.”

Malaina: “Ohhhh, that sounds like fun!”

  • Seiankornai translates for Grok
  • Seiankornai also knows that Jessaila has picked up enough Woanish to not make “amusing” interpretations
    Seiankornai: “Riverkings or just crocodiles?”

Jessaila: “Both, sometimes.”

Isabis: “Surely not at the same time!”

Jessaila: “Not in my experience. River kings tend to chase crocodiles away.”

Seiankornai: “Why not? A little elf is tasty to both, and a river king probably wound’t mind a croc as well.”

Jessaila: “Crocs don’t usually go out of their way to attack boats.”

Isabis: “It they don’t usually hang out in river king territories either, so far as I’m aware. Too many hunters in one strech makes for hungry predators.”

Jessaila: “Crocs can overturn the boats, but the don’t actually attack them. Riverkings can manage it a lot more easily, though.”

Seiankornai: “Hess, hungry predators, yes, unless you learn the tricks of herding like you humans do.”

Malaina: “My village used to have big herds of sheep and goats and yaks (assuming they have mountain type cows in the Black Peaks)”

Isabis: ((logical))

Seiankornai: “Mmhmm, many villages do, and even we drakes are learning how to do so. We could never learn from the elves, since they used more natural magic that we just didn’t have.”

You whisper to Grok: The ferrymen have a tendency to spend all their free time standing around nearby, staring at Grok.

  • Grok doesn’t notice that he is attracting attention from others
    Jessaila: “You had yaks?”
  • Malaina folds her arms on the railing and leans her head on them, smiling as she nods, “Yea, that’s what my father called them. Every year, between spring and summer, we would have a sort of festival and have games to see how many sheep the biggest men in the village could carry at a time, or who’s wife made the sweetest milk.”
    Seiankornai: “Ugh, yaks. They’re so similar to cows and yet so unpleasant.”

Jessaila: “Who’s wife made the sweetest milk?”

Isabis: “What? They have good meat.”

Malaina: “I think you have to know how to talk to them. We had a few, and they always licked my face and sometimes let me sleep on them at night. They were…” trails off, frowning

Seiankornai: “Some drakes, and most of the humans enjoy them though, and they can have them.”

  • Malaina doesn’t feel like talking anymore
  • Seiankornai looks at Mala, “What? Oh, did I say somethign wrong?”
  • Malaina blinks her eyes, discreetly wiping at them and shaking her head, “No, you didn’t say anything wrong.”
    Isabis: “Heh, they take some getting used to. You should see plainsmen come up to the college, getting yak’s milk for the first time when they expect cow’s milk!”

Jessaila: “Memories?”

  • Malaina gives a small nod
  • Jessaila hugs Mala.
  • Malaina gives her a hug back, smiling
    Malaina: “It’s….ok though, doesn’t hurt like before to think about them.”
  • Jessaila nods.
    Seiankornai: “There is always some hurt though… but tell us of the happier parts.”

Malaina: “Heh, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to hear anything from me, I came from a simple village. All of you probably have better tales to tell.”

Jessaila: “I actually came from a simple village, too.”

Isabis: “I grew up in a school, most people think it sounds terribly boring.”

Seiankornai: “A simple human village, those are interesting to hear about.”

Malaina: “Hehehe, I suppose to a drake, the lives of those in a village would be interesting.”

Seiankornai: “That is what I ment. How a large group of you cna live so close together for your entire lives is interesting. We drakes can’t live so close. Not so far that we don’t see each other of course, but you can just walk to the next cave or three to talk.”

Seiankornai: “Unless you’re high royalty at least, with the royal herds.”

Isabis: “I suppose it helps that we’re really good at herding, and farming, and generally methods of making food appear where we want it to.”

Seiankornai: ((ment “can’t just walk to the next cave”))

  • Malaina nods “The farmers used to make the biggest potatoes and they taste so good when you bake them over a pit and put some goat butter over them!”
    Isabis: “Butter and new onions!”

Isabis: “Did they do that in your village?”

Malaina: “Oh yes, back then, I couldn’t stand to have onions on them, father would fuss when I would try to pick them off secretly, but now, I find them quite tasty!”

Jessaila: “Maturing adult tastes.”

  • Malaina chuckles sheepishly and rubs her head, “Yea, I guess.”
    Jessaila: “When I was little, I refused to eat meat for several years.”

Malaina: “How come? Meat is good for you!”

Isabis: “You must have gotten awfully tired of beans.”

Jessaila: “I thought that elves couldn’t and shouldn’t eat meat.”

  • Seiankornai rolls his eyes, “Elves”
    Malaina: “But meat helps you grow!”

Jessaila: “Yes.”

Seiankornai: ((Jess was raised by humans, right?))

Jessaila: ((Yes.))

Isabis: ((heh, she probably learned everything she “knew” about elves by that age from human kids ))

Jessaila: “My friends all told me that elves were herbavores.”

Seiankornai: “I’ve known many act like it.”

Malaina: “The only herbi-herba….plant eaters I know are of the deer and cow variety and sometimes some birds.”

Jessaila: “Actually, most of the gaunt elves ate venison quite a lot.”

Seiankornai: “Heh, and even a deer will eat meat if it’s convenient. I once saw one catch a fish and eat it before I caught it myself.”

Malaina: “And thus, why they are so tasty when roasted properly on a spit.”

Malaina: “Actually I watched someone feed a chicken a piece of chicken once.”

Seiankornai: ((“Gaunt elves? Yes, yes they are”))

Seiankornai: “Well, chickens aren’t that bright.”

Isabis: “They eat bugs, I guess that’s kind of meat.”

Isabis: “And ducks and geese and so on eat fish, so really, most farm birds eat meat.”

Malaina: ((suddenly wants to sing a circle of life))

Seiankornai: ((heh))

  • Seiankornai looks at Grok, “So what does that magnificent mind of yours think about the puzzles we’re facing?”
  • Jessaila glances over to where Grok is sitting.
  • Malaina also looks over
    Half a dozen ferrymen try to subtly get out of the area as they find half the sunchasers looking in their direction.
  • Seiankornai chuckles
    Seiankornai: ((I guess Grok is afk))

Isabis: ((BRB, someone’s trying to call me))

Seiankornai: “He seems intent on whatever it is. So, we’ve been told there’s a dwarf and a gray dragon involved in this.” ((was there anyone else?))

Seiankornai: ((dragon => drake))

Malaina: ((I think those two, unless the ogres told us otherwise))

Malaina: “Do dwarves normally work with drakes?”

Grok: ((sorry, got distracted))

Seiankornai: “We don’t have anything against the dwarves, so I don’t see why not. We’re just so very far from each other that it’s usually impractical unless one or both are Sunchasers.”

Grok: W “Grok still thinking. But Grok think we need to connect the small ink spots.”

  • Seiankornai raises an eyeridge, “Small ink spots? What are you talking about?”
    Jessaila: W “Small ink spots?”
  • Malaina tilts her head, wondering what he said
  • Seiankornai and other young drakes have never seen a Connect the Dots puzzle
  • Jessaila translates (correctly) for Mala.
    Malaina: “Small ink spots?….like dots? The older women in our village would make a game of it for the children, helped them solve puzzles! It was alot of fun!”

Seiankornai: “Oh, I see. What ‘ink spots’ do you see, Grok?”

Isabis: ((back))

Malaina: ((wb))

Seiankornai: ((and she’s gone again, got called back))

Grok: “Too many little guys. Not make sense. Need to find one behind all, big pot of ink leaving all the inkspots.”

Malaina: “What did he say Seian?”

  • Seiankornai translates, also correctly
    Seiankornai: ((you can presume that Jess or I will be translating for the two of you))

Jessaila: ((Indeed.))

Thurirl has connected.
Malaina: “Hmmm, makes sense, has to be someone big behind it all, since the trade guilds are so big and yet someone is targetting them all it would seem.”

Seiankornai: “Except they’re not all being target, there’s that one that the ogres were told not to attack” (at least I think it was the ogres)

Malaina: “And yet the goblins were told to look for cargo with a specific symbol.”

Grok: “Dwarf want cause trouble, same time drake want cause trouble? Neither seems real.”

  • Malaina waits for a translation, “So some kind of shapeshifter, to get anyone who is following off their tracks?”
  • Thurirl walks in and stands still to see how long it takes for someone to notice.
    Seiankornai: “Dunno if it was the same time or two different times.”

Malaina: “Well, what else do we know?”

Seiankornai: (Notice « 1d20+7 = 7 + 7 = 14 »)

Jessaila: « 1d20+12 = 14 + 12 = 26 » Notice

Malaina: ((lol))

Thurirl: « 1d20+4 = 3 + 4 = 7 » Blend

Jessaila: ((That’s pretty self-explanatory, innit?))

Malaina: ((Yep, he is seen….easily!))

Jessaila: “Hey Thurirl.”

Seiankornai: “Hi Thurirl.”

Jessaila: “Not trying to sneak in, today?”

  • Thurirl sighs. In his defense, he woke up on the wrong side today.
  • Malaina chuckles at him
    Seiankornai: ((we’re on a barge, btw, with the whole caravan))

Thurirl: “My apologies. I was indisposed. A curious train of philosophical thought occurred to me and I felt myself enraptured by it for some time.”

Seiankornai: “Better than Jamshid, who’s hiding in one of the wagons till we can get back on land.”

Malaina: “Well, you’ll be happy to know Seian got Grok to sit down and think, thus not attracting any sea-monsters our way.”

Jessaila: “I still think we need to toss Jamshid in the water to show him it’s not bad nor beast-infested.”

Seiankornai: "Not bad, sure, not beast-infested… maybe

Malaina: “Maybe we should just leave him be for now?”

Jessaila: “Yes. Leave him to his misery.”

Thurirl: “I believe such action would not improve the interpersonal relationships of this party.”

Grok: W “In-ter-whaaa?”

Seiankornai: W “the happy relationships between each of us.”

Jessaila: “At least most of us.”

Malaina: “I’m going to ahve to agree with Thurirl Jess, you don’t want Jamshid to get angry at us because you want him to get over his fear.”

Jessaila: “Most of the time.”

Grok: W “Why happy? Do what Grok says, things go well.”

  • Seiankornai recalls what he saw in his visions, “The drake was shown to be taking money from a human, so he isn’t the one driving this issue.”
    Malaina: “So maybe is directing the human?”

Malaina: ((Sorry, meant to say maybe someone))

Seiankornai: “It is possible that the human is also taking orders from someone.”

Seiankornai: “There were two humans, the one who hired the drake, and one who stood on a mountain top and cast seeds of monsters. There was also the dwarf who hired a group of ogres, likely the ones we fought.”

Seiankornai: “And finally there was the vision of the servents of the Crone who went out and started imitating the others.”

Isabis: ((sorry for the long delay…that was my sister. The one I haven’t really talked to since a year ago. There was not cutting it short.))

Grok: W “So we go smash humans until we hit the right one?”

Jessaila: “No no!”

  • Seiankornai laughs, “I do not think Mala and Jamshid will appreciate that.”
    Takeru is disconnected.
    Seiankornai: “Nor our employers, or the rest of the humans and their fairly potent armies, not to mention all the other sunchasers who’d be angry at us.”

Thurirl: “That method would gain us infamy amoung humans. Developing such a reputation would result in a sharp decline in employment for all of us.”

Seiankornai: W “And it would make the Crone happy.”

Seiankornai: W “And you certainly don’t want that, do you, Grok?”

Isabis: “Huh. It /would/ make the crone happy, if only because it would end with the people of the valley fighting each other a bit. I can’t help thinking she would see this trade problem about the same way.”

Thurirl: “I must concur. Were I in a similar position with a similar personality, I would only welcome discord and bickering amongst my enemies.”

Isabis: “That at least explains why the cronists would copy the others.”

Seiankornai: “Mmhmm, but who were the others?”

Thurirl: “A matter worth investigating. Disruption in trade is trouble for all people, whether the Crone is involved or not.”

Isabis: “The leads are thin enough. A grey drake that works with a human, a dwarf that works with ogres, a human that works with monsters…”

Seiankornai: “But are they all working together?”

Isabis: “We might be in the right area to investigate the dwarf that works with ogres anwyay. Maybe.”

Seiankornai: “Or just having similar goals by coincidence or even opposed to each other?”

Jessaila: “Perhaps we could infiltrate them by portraying a group of nefarious bandits?”

Jessaila: “I could play a gaunt elf, Grok could play an ogre…”

  • Isabis jokes “I guess I could wear a quiver of barbed arrows and a scowl.”
    Thurirl: “I must admit my inability to play along, should that be our plan. My face is well known among the dwarves.”

Seiankornai: “I don’t think I’d be able to play a proper bandit.”

Isabis: “It might just need a few of us to manage it long enough to find out who the leads are.”

Grok: W "Grok face well known everywhere. Everyone know Grok the Mighty

Thurirl: “A fair point. And the less of us involved, the less prisoners they’ll have should something go wrong.”

Seiankornai: “And the ones left can attempt a rescue! W Grok, would you like to be one of the rescuer with me when the others are fianlly discovered?”

Isabis: “Maybe the rest of us can play the sunchasers tracking down the bandits or some such thing.”

Isabis: “Give us an excuse to follow them around.”

Jessaila: “We’d need to make it look realistic, though.”

  • Jessaila mulls that over.
    Grok: W “They worth rescuing? We take them all on by Grok’s self. You can help out too.”

Thurirl: “I may have a contact or two I can press for information. However, I cannot guarantee success. The dwarves do not always share their private matters with each other.”

Isabis: “Grok, they can’t tell us secrets when you’re bashing their heads in.”

Grok: W "Maybee bash head in lightly? Subtle like?

Seiankornai: Not Woanish “That’s pretty subtle for an ogre at least…”

Isabis: “Still less likely to produce secrets than being sneaky.”

Thurirl: “I concur. A healthy dose of stealth and subterfuge may grant us what we require.”

Isabis: “…he can bash their heads in afterwards, maybe, if they resist arrest as seems likely.”

Jessaila: ((I’ve a pretty high bluff check that would be useful for playing a bandit leaderess. ))

Seiankornai: “Hmm, Grok could disguise his ‘well known’ face with lots of war paint.”

Jessaila: “Or a frightening mask!”

Jessaila: “Bandits like masks.”

Jessaila: “They’d maybe wonder if you were burned by acid, or something.”

  • Malaina just continues to listen
    Isabis: “Besides, I’ve heard they’re terrifly comfortable.”

Jessaila: “Everyone should wear them.”

Isabis: “I’ve never seen an ogre use one, but hey, maybe they’ll catch on and he can be a fashion trend-setter on top of everything else.”

Seiankornai: “Next question, where would we attempt this faked banditry?”

Seiankornai: “And who would we banditatize if needed?”

Jessaila: “Deserving people?”

Isabis: “The rest of the group?”

  • Seiankornai looks at Isabis with a incredulous stare, “Would a group of 2 or 3 bandits really tackle a group that includes a couple drakes and an ogre?”
  • Jessaila is liking this idea.
  • Jessaila is already planning her bandit costume.
    Seiankornai: “Unless you think of having Thurirl go out alone and banditize him.”
  • Malaina wonders what Jess is thinking
    Jessaila: ((Costume wise?))

Isabis: “They’d be really impressive bandits then, wouldn’t they?”

Malaina: ((Just wondering what that scheming look on her face is for))

Thurirl: “I don’t believe my reputation would be at much risk from playing the victim.”

Seiankornai: “It’d look staged.”

Seiankornai: “But I suppose Thurirl would be the one safest to go alone as a victom.”

  • Jessaila glances at Mala.
    Jessaila: “What are you thinking?”

Malaina: “….why are you looking at me like that?”

Jessaila: “Well, I was wondering if I could set you up with some fake elf-ears and make you look like another gaunt elf.”

  • Seiankornai looks back and fourth between Jess and Mala
    Malaina: “Uhhh…how would you do that and why would you want to?”

Seiankornai: “Hmm, a group of gaunt elf bandits?”

Malaina: “….I’m not going to have to stop eating meat, am I?”

Jessaila: “So if we missed being able to capture the bandit coordinators, you could drop the disguise and not be recognized.”

Jessaila: “Heavens no.”

Jessaila: “Gaunt elves eat plenty of meat.”

Malaina: “I hope not, I think Vari wouldn’t like it if I suddenly didn’t eat meat anymore. He might think I am sick!”

Jessaila: ((Argh, Disguise Self is a spell beyond my current budget. ))

Thurirl: “So would I. The refusal to consume nature’s bounty seems a dire mental sickness among my people.”

Isabis: ((you can use your stake money in the large town on the big island; it’s big enough to have a bank.))

Jessaila: ((I mean, I can’t cast it, just level 0 spells.))

Seiankornai: “You wouldn’t be posing as a gaunt elf bandit, Thurirl, so no worries.”

Isabis: ((ah, that’s a different problem yes))

Isabis: “I wonder what kind of bandits they’d have to be to make vegetarianism believable?”

Seiankornai: “Black Erron?”

Thurirl: “…did you not just say they eat meat? Why would I need to worry about posing as one?”

Jessaila: “It’d just be beneficial for me to play a gaunt elf, since I’ve so much practice.”

Seiankornai: “Hmm, though do gaunt elves get this far north?”

Jessaila: “Occasionally.”

Malaina: “So it wouldn’t look too out of place to have a group here?”

Isabis: “They’d be noticable, but they do come out on occasion. Paricularly when there’s been a falling-out and they are ‘exiled’ from the main group, as I understand it.”

Jessaila: “It’d look somewhat interesting, I suppose. Noteworthy, but not entirely unusual.”

Jessaila: “Hum. Actually, that’s true, Isabis.”

Jessaila: “I wonder if Anassia Redhair is still in the area.”

Malaina: “Anassia Redhair?”

Jessaila: “Yeah. Left the gaunt elves about two years ago because they weren’t aggressive enough at recovering elven heritage sites and killing humans.”

Isabis: “Oh, of course. Not aggresive /enough./ Sounds like a pleasant person.”

Malaina: “Will we have to worry?”

Jessaila: “I met her a few times. A cousin of Logair’s – he said I looked a lot like her.”

Malaina: “So are we going to have to establish code questions if one of us runs into her and you aren’t there to make sure it is you?”

Thurirl: “Is that a flattering remark?”

Jessaila: “From Logair it was.”

Jessaila: “I was actually thinking that I could pretend to be her. We’ve got the same hair color, after all.”

Malaina: “I don’t know, what if she gets word someone is impersonating her and she comes looking?”

Jessaila: “I know how she talks, too.”

Isabis: “Unnecessarily dangerous. Pretend to be her cousin, and nobody will trip you up expecting you to know what you don’t know.”

Isabis: “er…that is. Pretend to be /a/ cousin, not Logair himself of course.”

  • Jessaila nods.
    Thurirl: “A wise suggestion. Especially since someone may know her well enough to see the difference between you.”

Jessaila: “Hmm…”

  • Jessaila thinks.
    Jessaila: “Then I could become Aledralyra Redhair, bandit queen?”

Seiankornai: “Eh, sure.”

Malaina: Hehehe

Seiankornai: ((sheesh, do all your female characters turn out to be _____ Queens?))

Thurirl: “A fitting title. I’m sure your new employers will be overjoyed to seek your aid.”

Malaina: ((She could be a Princess))

Thurirl: ((Xena?))

Jessaila: ((Bandit Baroness doesn’t have the same impact.))

Isabis: ((LOL))

Malaina: “As long as no one comes trying to take your title.”

Seiankornai: “Oh, if she stayed in it long enough someone would eventually.”

Jessaila: “Okay, where shall we stage this charade?”

Isabis: ((next week ))

Jessaila: ((Sounds good. Getting tired. ))

Malaina: ((Okie dokie!)

Seiankornai: ((ok))

Thurirl: ((yeah, tired from helping unload this morning))

Isabis: ((you all ready to end for the night then?))

Malaina: ((Yep!))

Grok: ((yeah

Isabis: Ok

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