"It's a fine day indeed." Agrees Abishai before continuing. "Ssha it is then." As Abishai slaps the warriors shoulder in a friendly manner.
“An interesssting choice of greetingssss…” Sshaturah unphased notes the gesture. He decides not to return in like kind… Ssha remembered the many times he underestimated his own strength, deciding instead of simple smell the air with his serpentine tongue, see if they were giving off hormonal signals of fear or comfort…
”doessss anyone have a plan for usss? Or are we leaving thisss hunt to the sssooth sssayer…?” Raising a playful singular eyebrow while tilting his head toward Wendell the diviner. He had heard ale mentioned… but unless others were of like mind, he would stay focused on the issues at hand… ale could wait… perhaps this beast, still out there, couldn’t…
A female centaur came trotting up to join them. both the black pony tail on her head and the black horse tail at the other end bouncing with every step. she was wearing leather armor, with a two swords strapped to her waist and a quiver on her upper back, but no bows in sight. She had a pair of backpacks on her lower back as saddlebags. Aralia could detect magic on one of her swords and on the quiver.
Deciding that the group standing near the marker were the people she's looking for, she came up to them and said, "Is this the Balowang hunting party? I'm Silvosh Forestcaller at your service. Sorry I'm late, but I caught dinner for us." She holds up a string of dressed rabbit carcasses, enough to feed six people.
"That's us. Aralia Nightshade. Oh, thank you." The Tiefling gives a nod of greeting and slight smile at the offer of fresh rabbit meat, instinctively taking up a defensive position next to the centaur and scanning the area.
Perception: 14
She decides to let Wendell handle explaining his vision, not wanting to make Silvosh panic by explaining it in her own usual blunt manner.
"And as for a plan, I was thinking we find it, figure out what it is, then kill it...or barring that, send it back to whatever plane it came from. In any order."
“Aralia. SsSilvosh.” Eying the rabbit. “I won’t refussse… fresssh meat” a sparkle to his eyes before a vertically blinking membrane washes over them in a flash.
”if what I have heard around thiss area isss true,” looking about in instinctual response to aralia’s defensive movements, “I’m not sssure thiss will be ssso easssy, nor ssso clean asss you imply.”
There is something refined and tempered to his brutal intensity, a softness to the depths of his eyes, behind the muscularity and sharpness of his weaponry, and fingernails for that matter, if one were to notice… sharp to a point, almost matching the styling of his multitude of ornamental earrings that ring the upper half, almost chaimail in placement, a vestige of formality, ritual even, hinted in their methods geometric arrangement.
Glad that the fresh meat seems welcome, Silvosh commented, "From what I can gather, those that have seen the Balowang can't remember much about it. If fact that seems to be the best way to tell if you've seen it. If you've seen something but can barely remember it, then you've seen the Balowang!"
"And as for a plan, I was thinking we find it, figure out what it is, then kill it...or barring that, send it back to whatever plane it came from. In any order."
"Actually, I was hoping we could capture the beast alive. Could you imagine the gold a creature like that would bring us! I can picture it now... Come one, come all to see the rare and elusive Balowang." Abishai stares off into the horizon for a short moment before turning again back to Aralia to finish. "We could all be rich I tell ya!"
Abathax sits in a tavern at the crossroad watching each of you arrive, wondering if it will be possible to fullfill his mission with this group. For now, however, he is gonna need all the help he can get in even finding the Balowang. The only thing he remembers are those blood eyes that still come back to him in his dreams. With the centaur arriving he believes he is the only one they are waiting for and thus decides it is time to mee them.
You see a Tiefling wearing half plate ((DM: if this is to much for a lvl7 character in your eyes, let me know and Ill take a cheaper armor for now^^)), on his back you see a shield multiple javelins and other weaponry. The most striking item his, however, a rapier on his hip it is ornated with brimstone and obsidian.
"Ah you are all here, glad to join you all on the hunt for the Balowang. Looking forward to hear what you remember. For now how are we gonna start?" he says as a greeting "The name is Abathax by the way."
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“COin issnt worth itsss weight if we don’t ssurvive the beast…..” Ssha notes the arrival of another tielfing with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
”might we try to get suppliesss in town… or ssshould we… assss the sssaying goessss, follow our nosssessss?” He appears to become a bit more playful and devilish upon the arrival of another devilblooded, more animated as the party balance moves toward the monstrous races a bit.
“I would hate for any of you to not sssurvive out firssst encounter with the beasssst, just becaussse we were in a russssh” to toys with the group, seeing who takes to taunting and who lets it roll off their shoulder.
"Capture it?" Aralia raises an eyebrow at the thought, as well as Abishai's idea of making it some sort of tourist attraction. "This isn't about money. The Balowang has been terrorizing Ilkalith for too long...Besides, Silvosh is right. It messes with the memories of those who encounter it. Anyone who paid to see the creature would be lucky to remember a single detail--or unlucky, in my opinion."Aralia crosses her arms, clearly unnerved by her own recollection of the beast.
She gives a nod as Abathax approaches and introduces himself, glad to see a fellow tiefling on the team. Their people are tough. "Aralia. All of us are here then." An unamused chuckle escapes her at Ssha's comments. "I'm already stocked up, but if the rest of you need anything, now is the time."
Abathax likes that there is at least one person who rather wouldn't kill the Balowang, but for now he keeps his own thoughts to himself.
"I don't need to get anything either, ready to go"
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This story will make me rich, so I'm good either way really,Abishai thinks to himself. He then responds as the second Tiefling joins our group. "Well aren't we an interesting group." Abishai looks around at each member of the party with curiosity and amusement. Stopping for a moment on Ssha as he mentions not surviving the first encounter. Abishai then continues, "I've got all the supplies I need for now. I suggest we head South to go meet our patron and get this party started." He then throws his lute over his shoulder and begins walking South out of town. (Unless someone stops him and suggests an alternative.)
Aralia opens her arcane gaze whilst alone, though until the rest of the party arrives and clouds her view with a variety of thrumming auras, she doesn't see anything. She isn't too surprised as she knows as much as any local how little magic there is amongst the county; the citizens much prefer to stick to themselves and get on rather than get themselves entangled in the mystical and magical, though that's perhaps a little less true in the more supernatural Melwarth, her home town, with all of its gothic buildings and mausoleums.
Abishai then spends a short amount of time helping the passing farmers, with all their carts and trailers. Whilst not many are broken (their farming equipment seems to be the pride of these humble people), some do look a little shabby and worse for wear, so those that do stop are grateful to have them spruced up a bit. Most take it as just an act of generosity and think no more, though Abishai does catch a few thoughtful glances from a few people, as if they're considering offering a ride or even a token of their gratitude in return, but then see the rest of the party and shake their head as if to dismiss the thought. It's likely that a lot of these men and women had aspirations to adventure and quest when they were young, but either grew out of that wish or were scared out of it by an encounter with the Balowang, so now just view it as a foolish way to live hard and die fast.
Aralia then also gives a long panoramic look around the village. She's surprised how open it is, yet also quite enclosed. There are very few houses in close proximity, just the occasional barn and large stone brick cottage or the entrances to spacious dwellings beneath the mounds scattered about, meaning that her view across the horizon is barely impeded by infrastructure, however nearly every square inch of countryside surrounding the crossroad and about the village is neatly quartered off into pastures, fields and farmlands, segmented by wooden fences, stone walls or hedgerows. Altogether, she imagines that if she was riding a roc over the land and looked down, it would look like a very curious quilt or dragon-chess indeed.
Aralia also notices a general store down the road in the near distance, though most of you passively identified it on the way in. It seems like an awkward cross between a trading post or adventuring pitstop, combined with just a generic grocer of everyday goods for the townspeople. Perhaps the vendor decided that they would capitalise on the prime spot they have along the trail and create a place for adventurers to buy any last minute goods at before they get into Balowang territory, for that really is the only reason any adventurer would come here. However, it still seems like a place for the farmers and overall village population to buy and sell goods at, so you're unsure how much of the store would be useful and how much would be animal feed and fresh grain.
“I would hate for any of you to not sssurvive out firssst encounter with the beasssst, just becaussse we were in a russssh” to toys with the group, seeing who takes to taunting and who lets it roll off their shoulder.
"I agree. Silvosh in particular. I've seen her lost to the beast once already. I don't want to have to see it again."
"Less lost, more possibly killed? I didn't see a body, but the huge Balowang took you pretty easily. It hasn't happened yet though, and no future is set in stone so I wouldn't worry about it if I was you. Especially now I'm here."
"Less lost, more possibly killed? I didn't see a body, but the huge Balowang took you pretty easily. It hasn't happened yet though, and no future is set in stone so I wouldn't worry about it if I was you. Especially now I'm here."
“ssstone cold of you my sssooth sssaying friend… one usssually tellsss sssomeone they are going to die ssssoon with either more decissivenesss,” ssha eyes his halberd’s blade in his back playfully, “or with a bit more tact.”
Ssha isn’t upset, just his paladic inclinations make him wonder if the diviner has been hitting the lucid divination juice too hard lately, and forgotten that most morals aren’t ready to hear brutal truths…
”comedic flare works too,” ssha turning to Silvosh with a wicked devilish grin for a moment, “do not worry Ssssilvosssh, our patron hasss braught thisss group together, sssurely each for a reason… sssurely your reasssson for being summoned is not sassimoly because you tassste good…. Surely not only to be the first victim in the ode to come.” Hisnserpentine tongue tastes the air as he says ‘tastes good’, as his playful jest is accented with a single wink before his face returns to a stoic stature, proceeding to pace behind abishai.
”abashai, I presssssume you are here to write the ode that will tell of thissss mighty deed we have been asssembled for yes? You might consssider, the ode doesss not have to have all the detailssss right… better to make it…. Heroic… even if one of these hard looking hunterssss …sssshits their pantssss along the way,” Ssha speaks with the musician as their walk, dead serious about the relation between reality and mythology.
Aralia stays close to Silvosh as they head south to meet Brimbul Caravatch, staying vigilant of their surroundings as they proceed. She can't resist rolling her eyes at Ssha's attempt to unnerve the centaur; it seems the snake man likes to stir the pot, so to speak.
”abashai, I presssssume you are here to write the ode that will tell of thissss mighty deed we have been asssembled for yes? You might consssider, the ode doesss not have to have all the detailssss right… better to make it…. Heroic… even if one of these hard looking hunterssss …sssshits their pantssss along the way,” Ssha speaks with the musician as their walk, dead serious about the relation between reality and mythology.
Slowing his pace to allow Ssha to come alongside, Abishai responds, "Indeed, I am my intriguing Yuan-ti friend. Indeed, I am. Every good story deserves a bit of embellishment. After this adventure, each one of us will be immortalized. Except for anyone who dies during our first encounter." Abishai gives Ssha a wink before continuing, "Ssha will be a household name. Parents will no longer threaten their children with tales of the Balowang no. They will mention Ssha while suggesting their children behave themselves." Abishai smiles at the thought. "Speaking of embellishment, have you heard about how the game of golf was invented? Well, let me tell you..." Abishai enjoys their conversation and discussing the art of weaving reality and mythology together seamlessly.
While having this discussion, Abishai is continually scanning the horizon for trouble.
“Abishai….. you certainly aren’t sssshy” Ssha toys with them as they walk. His boots sink into the earth a bit with each step… Ssha is a broad shouldered beast of a man, but a looseness in his slithering sway reveals he is in no way muscle bound, as if there is no blind spot to be had when approaching him, his neck swiveling and his strides almost playful in their romping brashness. Those who enjoy sneaking about would note he might need to be warned before such moments…
”… in my culture. We worship the dead more than the ssssurvivors of ssssuch sssstories… they are the food that fuelssss the fire… sssso to ssssspeak… just assss a Heardy meal fuelsssss a glorioussss victory with the energy to ssssstrike…” he is a brute, but somehow charismatic too, when there doesn’t seem to be a threat about…
quietly as the banter of one who has seen much death he whispers to Shai, “if sssilvosh does passsss first, we musssst regail of how without them, we would not have been able to ssssslay the beasssst… they did just feed ussss … after all” patting his belly with a nod of gratitude.
“An interesssting choice of greetingssss…” Sshaturah unphased notes the gesture. He decides not to return in like kind… Ssha remembered the many times he underestimated his own strength, deciding instead of simple smell the air with his serpentine tongue, see if they were giving off hormonal signals of fear or comfort…
”doessss anyone have a plan for usss? Or are we leaving thisss hunt to the sssooth sssayer…?” Raising a playful singular eyebrow while tilting his head toward Wendell the diviner. He had heard ale mentioned… but unless others were of like mind, he would stay focused on the issues at hand… ale could wait… perhaps this beast, still out there, couldn’t…
A female centaur came trotting up to join them. both the black pony tail on her head and the black horse tail at the other end bouncing with every step. she was wearing leather armor, with a two swords strapped to her waist and a quiver on her upper back, but no bows in sight. She had a pair of backpacks on her lower back as saddlebags. Aralia could detect magic on one of her swords and on the quiver.
Deciding that the group standing near the marker were the people she's looking for, she came up to them and said, "Is this the Balowang hunting party? I'm Silvosh Forestcaller at your service. Sorry I'm late, but I caught dinner for us." She holds up a string of dressed rabbit carcasses, enough to feed six people.
"That's us. Aralia Nightshade. Oh, thank you." The Tiefling gives a nod of greeting and slight smile at the offer of fresh rabbit meat, instinctively taking up a defensive position next to the centaur and scanning the area.
Perception: 14
She decides to let Wendell handle explaining his vision, not wanting to make Silvosh panic by explaining it in her own usual blunt manner.
"And as for a plan, I was thinking we find it, figure out what it is, then kill it...or barring that, send it back to whatever plane it came from. In any order."
“Aralia. SsSilvosh.” Eying the rabbit. “I won’t refussse… fresssh meat” a sparkle to his eyes before a vertically blinking membrane washes over them in a flash.
”if what I have heard around thiss area isss true,” looking about in instinctual response to aralia’s defensive movements, “I’m not sssure thiss will be ssso easssy, nor ssso clean asss you imply.”
There is something refined and tempered to his brutal intensity, a softness to the depths of his eyes, behind the muscularity and sharpness of his weaponry, and fingernails for that matter, if one were to notice… sharp to a point, almost matching the styling of his multitude of ornamental earrings that ring the upper half, almost chaimail in placement, a vestige of formality, ritual even, hinted in their methods geometric arrangement.
Glad that the fresh meat seems welcome, Silvosh commented, "From what I can gather, those that have seen the Balowang can't remember much about it. If fact that seems to be the best way to tell if you've seen it. If you've seen something but can barely remember it, then you've seen the Balowang!"
"Actually, I was hoping we could capture the beast alive. Could you imagine the gold a creature like that would bring us! I can picture it now... Come one, come all to see the rare and elusive Balowang." Abishai stares off into the horizon for a short moment before turning again back to Aralia to finish. "We could all be rich I tell ya!"
Abishai Stromborn: Human Bard: The Hunt for the Balowang!
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
Abathax sits in a tavern at the crossroad watching each of you arrive, wondering if it will be possible to fullfill his mission with this group. For now, however, he is gonna need all the help he can get in even finding the Balowang. The only thing he remembers are those blood eyes that still come back to him in his dreams. With the centaur arriving he believes he is the only one they are waiting for and thus decides it is time to mee them.
You see a Tiefling wearing half plate ((DM: if this is to much for a lvl7 character in your eyes, let me know and Ill take a cheaper armor for now^^)), on his back you see a shield multiple javelins and other weaponry. The most striking item his, however, a rapier on his hip it is ornated with brimstone and obsidian.
"Ah you are all here, glad to join you all on the hunt for the Balowang. Looking forward to hear what you remember. For now how are we gonna start?" he says as a greeting "The name is Abathax by the way."
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“COin issnt worth itsss weight if we don’t ssurvive the beast…..” Ssha notes the arrival of another tielfing with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
”might we try to get suppliesss in town… or ssshould we… assss the sssaying goessss, follow our nosssessss?” He appears to become a bit more playful and devilish upon the arrival of another devilblooded, more animated as the party balance moves toward the monstrous races a bit.
“I would hate for any of you to not sssurvive out firssst encounter with the beasssst, just becaussse we were in a russssh” to toys with the group, seeing who takes to taunting and who lets it roll off their shoulder.
"Capture it?" Aralia raises an eyebrow at the thought, as well as Abishai's idea of making it some sort of tourist attraction. "This isn't about money. The Balowang has been terrorizing Ilkalith for too long...Besides, Silvosh is right. It messes with the memories of those who encounter it. Anyone who paid to see the creature would be lucky to remember a single detail--or unlucky, in my opinion." Aralia crosses her arms, clearly unnerved by her own recollection of the beast.
She gives a nod as Abathax approaches and introduces himself, glad to see a fellow tiefling on the team. Their people are tough. "Aralia. All of us are here then." An unamused chuckle escapes her at Ssha's comments. "I'm already stocked up, but if the rest of you need anything, now is the time."
Abathax likes that there is at least one person who rather wouldn't kill the Balowang, but for now he keeps his own thoughts to himself.
"I don't need to get anything either, ready to go"
"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Artificer: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Blue Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): The adventure at Hope's End
This story will make me rich, so I'm good either way really, Abishai thinks to himself. He then responds as the second Tiefling joins our group. "Well aren't we an interesting group." Abishai looks around at each member of the party with curiosity and amusement. Stopping for a moment on Ssha as he mentions not surviving the first encounter. Abishai then continues, "I've got all the supplies I need for now. I suggest we head South to go meet our patron and get this party started." He then throws his lute over his shoulder and begins walking South out of town. (Unless someone stops him and suggests an alternative.)
Abishai Stromborn: Human Bard: The Hunt for the Balowang!
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
Aralia opens her arcane gaze whilst alone, though until the rest of the party arrives and clouds her view with a variety of thrumming auras, she doesn't see anything. She isn't too surprised as she knows as much as any local how little magic there is amongst the county; the citizens much prefer to stick to themselves and get on rather than get themselves entangled in the mystical and magical, though that's perhaps a little less true in the more supernatural Melwarth, her home town, with all of its gothic buildings and mausoleums.
Abishai then spends a short amount of time helping the passing farmers, with all their carts and trailers. Whilst not many are broken (their farming equipment seems to be the pride of these humble people), some do look a little shabby and worse for wear, so those that do stop are grateful to have them spruced up a bit. Most take it as just an act of generosity and think no more, though Abishai does catch a few thoughtful glances from a few people, as if they're considering offering a ride or even a token of their gratitude in return, but then see the rest of the party and shake their head as if to dismiss the thought. It's likely that a lot of these men and women had aspirations to adventure and quest when they were young, but either grew out of that wish or were scared out of it by an encounter with the Balowang, so now just view it as a foolish way to live hard and die fast.
Aralia then also gives a long panoramic look around the village. She's surprised how open it is, yet also quite enclosed. There are very few houses in close proximity, just the occasional barn and large stone brick cottage or the entrances to spacious dwellings beneath the mounds scattered about, meaning that her view across the horizon is barely impeded by infrastructure, however nearly every square inch of countryside surrounding the crossroad and about the village is neatly quartered off into pastures, fields and farmlands, segmented by wooden fences, stone walls or hedgerows. Altogether, she imagines that if she was riding a roc over the land and looked down, it would look like a very curious quilt or dragon-chess indeed.
Aralia also notices a general store down the road in the near distance, though most of you passively identified it on the way in. It seems like an awkward cross between a trading post or adventuring pitstop, combined with just a generic grocer of everyday goods for the townspeople. Perhaps the vendor decided that they would capitalise on the prime spot they have along the trail and create a place for adventurers to buy any last minute goods at before they get into Balowang territory, for that really is the only reason any adventurer would come here. However, it still seems like a place for the farmers and overall village population to buy and sell goods at, so you're unsure how much of the store would be useful and how much would be animal feed and fresh grain.
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"I agree. Silvosh in particular. I've seen her lost to the beast once already. I don't want to have to see it again."
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Silvosh is started by the comment, "Huh?!? You've seen me lost? When+?"
"Less lost, more possibly killed? I didn't see a body, but the huge Balowang took you pretty easily. It hasn't happened yet though, and no future is set in stone so I wouldn't worry about it if I was you. Especially now I'm here."
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
“ssstone cold of you my sssooth sssaying friend… one usssually tellsss sssomeone they are going to die ssssoon with either more decissivenesss,” ssha eyes his halberd’s blade in his back playfully, “or with a bit more tact.”
Ssha isn’t upset, just his paladic inclinations make him wonder if the diviner has been hitting the lucid divination juice too hard lately, and forgotten that most morals aren’t ready to hear brutal truths…
”comedic flare works too,” ssha turning to Silvosh with a wicked devilish grin for a moment, “do not worry Ssssilvosssh, our patron hasss braught thisss group together, sssurely each for a reason… sssurely your reasssson for being summoned is not sassimoly because you tassste good…. Surely not only to be the first victim in the ode to come.” Hisnserpentine tongue tastes the air as he says ‘tastes good’, as his playful jest is accented with a single wink before his face returns to a stoic stature, proceeding to pace behind abishai.
”abashai, I presssssume you are here to write the ode that will tell of thissss mighty deed we have been asssembled for yes? You might consssider, the ode doesss not have to have all the detailssss right… better to make it…. Heroic… even if one of these hard looking hunterssss …sssshits their pantssss along the way,” Ssha speaks with the musician as their walk, dead serious about the relation between reality and mythology.
Aralia stays close to Silvosh as they head south to meet Brimbul Caravatch, staying vigilant of their surroundings as they proceed. She can't resist rolling her eyes at Ssha's attempt to unnerve the centaur; it seems the snake man likes to stir the pot, so to speak.
Perception: nat 1 lol
Slowing his pace to allow Ssha to come alongside, Abishai responds, "Indeed, I am my intriguing Yuan-ti friend. Indeed, I am. Every good story deserves a bit of embellishment. After this adventure, each one of us will be immortalized. Except for anyone who dies during our first encounter." Abishai gives Ssha a wink before continuing, "Ssha will be a household name. Parents will no longer threaten their children with tales of the Balowang no. They will mention Ssha while suggesting their children behave themselves." Abishai smiles at the thought. "Speaking of embellishment, have you heard about how the game of golf was invented? Well, let me tell you..." Abishai enjoys their conversation and discussing the art of weaving reality and mythology together seamlessly.
While having this discussion, Abishai is continually scanning the horizon for trouble.
Perception: 24
Abishai Stromborn: Human Bard: The Hunt for the Balowang!
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
“Abishai….. you certainly aren’t sssshy” Ssha toys with them as they walk. His boots sink into the earth a bit with each step… Ssha is a broad shouldered beast of a man, but a looseness in his slithering sway reveals he is in no way muscle bound, as if there is no blind spot to be had when approaching him, his neck swiveling and his strides almost playful in their romping brashness. Those who enjoy sneaking about would note he might need to be warned before such moments…
”… in my culture. We worship the dead more than the ssssurvivors of ssssuch sssstories… they are the food that fuelssss the fire… sssso to ssssspeak… just assss a Heardy meal fuelsssss a glorioussss victory with the energy to ssssstrike…” he is a brute, but somehow charismatic too, when there doesn’t seem to be a threat about…
quietly as the banter of one who has seen much death he whispers to Shai, “if sssilvosh does passsss first, we musssst regail of how without them, we would not have been able to ssssslay the beasssst… they did just feed ussss … after all” patting his belly with a nod of gratitude.
Silvosh comments, "If it's all the same to you, I'd rather skip the passing part. After all, If I'm gone, who will hunt rabbits for the rest of you?