Perhaps in a round about way, responding to the ‘raised conversation’ between the clerk and those on the bottom floor, or perhaps unrelated in any way at all. However, as Anearis and Uthal attempted to determine behind which of the doors, the clerk ran. An audible crash of splintering wood and heavy object thuds, came from the barracks from (west) entrance. All three party members on that floor hear it, though the door to the entry way, from the main room is still closed.
Immediately following, Anearis heard a low whispered “What was that?” Behind his door.
Barracks Second Floor:
Ura can hear a faint crashing sound from down the stairwell. Though where or what it could be is unknown at this time. Kel is not perspective enough, and hears nothing at all.
‘’I have a bad feeling about this.’’ Anearis simply says as he hears the loud noise. He turns to Uthal and points at the door in front of him. ‘’If you still want to catch the young one, he is behind this door. I will go have a look at the cause of this sound.’’ Anearis will begin to quietly advance to the west entrance to hopefully discover what happened.
Kel lingered at the stairs, peering down until Ura's return snapped him from his musings. He returned to his seat at the bed, letting his greatsword rest on the wall again. As she informed him of the food above he nodded with a slight smile, it would be good to get a proper meal, however as she began to tell him about the Berossus family and the members therein, he grew a puzzled look on his face. This became compounded when she further went on to explain that the royals were in turn duping everyone and had nefarious plans. Somehow this all linked them to the zombies. His look of bewilderment would have been able to have been seen by a blind man facing away from him at fifty paces. He had very little idea what she was talking about in some cases. She moved on to the zombies being gone from the door, which was in itself good news he could at least follow, but then in turn that they would have to go to the priory if they wanted to follow the trail. This gave him that cold feeling inside. He turned up his nose at the smell that suddenly struck through his senses and moved to the other side of the bed while she finished.
He scarcely knew where to begin.
"Firstly..." he pointed to the flask. "...that is vile and should be burned as a heretical item of blasphemy." He blinked twice. "Secondly..." he clicked his tongue in his cheek. "...I have very little idea what it is you are talking about." He went on to explain before she could call him out. "You mean to say that this royal family of Berossus have, at some point in the past, attempted to experiment on you and your traveling companions and that the lot of you have followed them across the land in an attempt at reconciliation by might and magic and further that they are responsible for summoning of an undead horde that has besieged an entire city with walls and guards and further still the handful of you want..." he paused. "No...need...to go to the priory beyond the walls of this city into the black fog of damned air which has taken, if the logs are correct, dozens of trained and armed men that have not returned and are highly unlikely to be alive..." He blinked rapidly again.
"That is a wildly difficult story to swallow." Again he held up a hand to forestall judgement. "However I can at least agree that the undead is an issue and seems to be, at least by your description, stemming from the priory." Kel sighed, sinking into his armor like a child that suddenly wasn't having much fun anymore at playing hero. He rubbed his temples to try and focus his mind on working. It didn't want to. He shook his head. "If we are going to assault an enemy stronghold such as the priory we will need proper supplies and rest...as for your friends and trouble..." he narrowed his eyes. "I heard shouting and the slamming of a door, so I am not so certain things are well within these halls."
Silently, Anearis tiptoed back down the hallway and into the main room where the party first spoke to the clerk around the map, and where Ander still stood.
Approaching the western door that led to the barracks main entrance, Anearis could hear movement, scuffling and moaning from the other side.
Uthal's fists plunge into the door and grasp it tight, removing it from lock and frame. Once removed, Uthal had a full view of the troubling scene beyond the door.
The room he's standing in has several crates, as well as racks of weapons, helms, and shields lining the walls. The weaponry included a few swords, but was mostly polearms and the spears that the party had seen earlier on the northern Midgar guard upon entering the city. It's not a large room, but easily contained enough to arm very small militia, if need be, at least it would seem normally. Nearly half of the racked slots, by Uthal's best guess, were empty.
However, the point of interest within the room was the clerk standing behind some boxes that only came up to about his waist. He had equipped himself with a helmet and a armored chest plate that was loosely hanging off his body, obviously intended for someone bigger. In his left hand he held a lit torch; and in his right, several sticks of dynamite tied together, their wicks twisted together, with the lead cut short.
"You and your friends are now enemies of the Kingdom. You will give yourselves up, dead or alive; your choice." The clerk now in a full state of panic has once again engaged his unstable response of fight or flight.
Upon hearing the clerk yelling once more, Anearis heard a responsive sound. The shuffling on the other side of the door, turned to blunt thuds, against the door itself.
Barracks Second Floor:
From the stariwell leading to the floor below, Kel and Ura hear the clerk yelling. ("You and your friends are now enemies of the Kingdom. You will give yourselves up, dead or alive; your choice.")
Uthal just stares to boy down, shield in hand though he knows it's probably useless. "Boy, your wailing has attracted those undead that were outside. So we're all dead if we don't help each other. Once this is all done I would be happy to let you take me to the Arbitrator to verify my story but for now we need to survive what's coming."
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"Another one of your lies!" The boy yelled at Uthal. Even though he was in plain view, when Ander appeared, he turned to face him, showing him the torch and dynamite as well. "I'm not the one who needs to worry. Now both of you, back up! I'm warning you!"
Ander attempted to gain any evidence as to how far the clerk was willing to take this, but failed to do so. As far as Ander was knew, the boy could just as easily be completely unhinged and ready to light the dynamite just for the sake of doing it.
Uthal's eyebrow goes up. "Pretty sure you need to worry more than us. You've cut that wick much too short to be able to throw it before it explodes." Uthal readies the door to close it in case the boy lights the wick.
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As if a conniving God of mischief was waiting for just that time, Kel and by the look of her face Ura, heard the shout from below at the same time. Kel rested his eyes in his hands for a heartbeat then swiftly stood, grabbed his greatsword from its resting place and proceeded down from the second floor to the first, each step the storm on his brow smoldering with intensity until he reached the scene just off the stairs and snarled.
"What is the damn meaning of this? Explain yourselves!" He glared, waiting.
"I know. I can hardly believe it myself. All I wanted to do was see the forests here, but no, I had to be dragged into this royal zombie invasion plot fresh off the boat." Ura shrugs. "This place gets a zero in my tourism book, seriously."
At the sound of the shouts, she shoots to her feet. "Oh for the love of... with the amount of noise they're making, I wouldn't be surprised if the zombies are charging in as we speak,"Ura said, still refraining from shouting as she followed Kel down the stairs, for all the good it did once Kel started bellowing. It's like I'm talking to myself, she thought dryly.
Slipping around Kel to approach Uthal, who was standing before yet another splintered door, she tried to see what all the yelling and smashing was about. She goggled a bit at the boy with the stick of dynamite in his hand, yelling at them to give themselves up dead or alive. And then she kicked Uthal in the back of the calf fiercely, tilting her head towards the scared clerk with a scowl.
"Hey! We surrender. I fully recognize your superior firepower at the moment and would wholeheartedly like to make it out of this as a living prisoner rather than one in lots of tiny little bits,"she calls out to the boy, holding her arms above her head and waving them for good measure, just to make sure the boy could see them above Uthal's broad shoulders. "Now if you could put that down and come out here to arrest us peacefully, with no dynamite involved, I'd be mighty grateful."
Despite all her talking, Ura still readies an action to dash far away - down the stairwell if possible - if the boy so much as makes a twitch to light his stick of dynamite.
Uthal barely feels the kick on the back of his leg through his steel. His eyes are still locked on the boy as he speaks. "The little one has decided we're here to overthrow things and his grand plan to stop us involves suicide apparently. I've told him that he cut the fuses to short to escape, which he clearly has, so it's a matter of how much he wants to die here. Or I've offered to go peacefully to the Arbitrator."
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The clerk almost jumped at the sound of Kel’s voice, but immediately fell on line and responded. “You and your friends here are up to some shady s***! Half of you are sulking around the barracks doing who knows what, while the other half insult the kingdom and begin questioning the authority of the guard itself, before threatening and laying hands on a member of the guard.” He willingly gave up the information, but does so with a great amount of anger and frustration in his voice. “You say the Arbitrator sent you hear your assist, but the only help you’ve done is probably helping yourself to whatever you can get your greedy little elf mitts on.”
The clerk watched Ura and listened when she came into the room and spoke. Then with the torch, he points to a ring of keys hanging on a hook just inside the door. “Fine. You want to come peacefully, then you’ll take those keys and unlock the door to the next room.”
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"Maybeyou could tell him all that with a little less 'block his only escape route' posture in you," Ura replies to Uthal sharply. "By the way, kid. My name's Ura. Just in case you blow us all to smithereens, I'd like you to have put a name to my face beforehand. Can I also call you something other than 'hey kid?'"
Slipping around Uthal, she grabs the keys and shows them to the boy. "Gotcha. I'll be right back, unlocking your door, so why don't you put the dynamite down. You can threaten us with a sword still if you like, or hey, pick up a crossbow instead if you want to keep your distance. Just no loud explosions, all right? Even if we managed to survive it somehow, every zombie in town would be racing to get to us here afterwards."
Leaving the room, she goes next door and unlocks it, just as the boy demanded. But she also keeps her ears peeled for any other sounds... particularly since Anaeris seems to have gone missing, again.
Upon unlocking and opening the door, Ura sees that the room is a large holding cell or cage of some sort. The entire room is roughly only 10 feet by 10 feet, but about three feet into the room a wall of iron bars and a door separate the rest of the room. Within the cell are several benches, but nothing more.
All the while, Ura notices nothing from outside the hallway that could give any idea as to where Anearis was or what was going on in the rest of the barracks.
"Huh,"Ura says with a tiny sigh. Does he seriously think we're going to file in here in a row and sit in cages just like that, waiting to become zombie chew, again? Moving forward, she swiftly tests the keys on the ring until she finds the one that unlocks the second door as well, doing so and swinging it open. Then, stepping out, she makes a detour by Kel and passes the keys over to him with a shrug. "He never said he wanted them back, and I best keep my greedy little elf mitts off of them, right?" Walking over to the doorframe, she peers at the boy and leans against it, crossing her arms. "Door's unlocked, kid. But my friend with the suicidal tendencies has gone missing again. You mind if I go find him and bring him back to us?"
Anearis hadn’t been able to figure out what caused the loud noise, but what he heard from beyond the door was all he needed to understand the threat approaching them. Somehow, the undead had managed to get in, and it was only a matter of time before they made it past the door.
Anearis ran back to the others only to find the whole group had reunited and where being threatened by the young clerk.
"We have to move. The barracks has been compromised. The undead have entered from the west."
Kel narrowed his eyes at the lot of them, gripping his sword so tightly his knuckles were surely running white. However, when he spoke it was at a softer volume. "There is no reason to have laid hands on the boy, he has done nothing but help us since we arrived."He moved to peer his head and see the situation for himself as Ura moved to claim the keys and Uthal stepped aside, before stepping back behind the doors view. "Young clerk, holding yourself in the storeroom was smart for the moment, but I certainly am not your enemy. Your Sergeant was fast asleep and well resting when we just left him. The elf has only seen fit to take a small meal that I know for certain..." Here Ura spoke to Kel and he motioned with a nod as he took the keys and stowed them. He followed up behind Ura's comment.
"One of the others is missing." Internally he huffed. "And we cannot stand in this stalemate all night. What would you feel better at us..." Kel noticed Anearis approach and speak....Far zmy wicy ao zmy ourwz oury tafdv aly oftculq zmulq qa aoo suzmafz myddw d viplw suzm zmywy eyaedy... He added a shorter curse under his breath. He motioned for them all to move. "Get to the stairs, fortify it against assault, make their numbers count for less." He turned toward the open door. "Young clerk grab what you can and move, you have a duty to protect this house and the Watch herein." With that Kel turned to fall back to the second floor and see what barricade could be fashioned with bedknobs and broomsticks.
Barracks First Floor:
Perhaps in a round about way, responding to the ‘raised conversation’ between the clerk and those on the bottom floor, or perhaps unrelated in any way at all. However, as Anearis and Uthal attempted to determine behind which of the doors, the clerk ran. An audible crash of splintering wood and heavy object thuds, came from the barracks from (west) entrance. All three party members on that floor hear it, though the door to the entry way, from the main room is still closed.
Immediately following, Anearis heard a low whispered “What was that?” Behind his door.
Barracks Second Floor:
Ura can hear a faint crashing sound from down the stairwell. Though where or what it could be is unknown at this time. Kel is not perspective enough, and hears nothing at all.
‘’I have a bad feeling about this.’’ Anearis simply says as he hears the loud noise. He turns to Uthal and points at the door in front of him. ‘’If you still want to catch the young one, he is behind this door. I will go have a look at the cause of this sound.’’ Anearis will begin to quietly advance to the west entrance to hopefully discover what happened.
Stealth: 18
Kel lingered at the stairs, peering down until Ura's return snapped him from his musings. He returned to his seat at the bed, letting his greatsword rest on the wall again. As she informed him of the food above he nodded with a slight smile, it would be good to get a proper meal, however as she began to tell him about the Berossus family and the members therein, he grew a puzzled look on his face. This became compounded when she further went on to explain that the royals were in turn duping everyone and had nefarious plans. Somehow this all linked them to the zombies. His look of bewilderment would have been able to have been seen by a blind man facing away from him at fifty paces. He had very little idea what she was talking about in some cases. She moved on to the zombies being gone from the door, which was in itself good news he could at least follow, but then in turn that they would have to go to the priory if they wanted to follow the trail. This gave him that cold feeling inside. He turned up his nose at the smell that suddenly struck through his senses and moved to the other side of the bed while she finished.
He scarcely knew where to begin.
"Firstly..." he pointed to the flask. "...that is vile and should be burned as a heretical item of blasphemy." He blinked twice. "Secondly..." he clicked his tongue in his cheek. "...I have very little idea what it is you are talking about." He went on to explain before she could call him out. "You mean to say that this royal family of Berossus have, at some point in the past, attempted to experiment on you and your traveling companions and that the lot of you have followed them across the land in an attempt at reconciliation by might and magic and further that they are responsible for summoning of an undead horde that has besieged an entire city with walls and guards and further still the handful of you want..." he paused. "No...need...to go to the priory beyond the walls of this city into the black fog of damned air which has taken, if the logs are correct, dozens of trained and armed men that have not returned and are highly unlikely to be alive..." He blinked rapidly again.
"That is a wildly difficult story to swallow." Again he held up a hand to forestall judgement. "However I can at least agree that the undead is an issue and seems to be, at least by your description, stemming from the priory." Kel sighed, sinking into his armor like a child that suddenly wasn't having much fun anymore at playing hero. He rubbed his temples to try and focus his mind on working. It didn't want to. He shook his head. "If we are going to assault an enemy stronghold such as the priory we will need proper supplies and rest...as for your friends and trouble..." he narrowed his eyes. "I heard shouting and the slamming of a door, so I am not so certain things are well within these halls."
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Silently, Anearis tiptoed back down the hallway and into the main room where the party first spoke to the clerk around the map, and where Ander still stood.
Approaching the western door that led to the barracks main entrance, Anearis could hear movement, scuffling and moaning from the other side.
Uthal goes to the door Anearis noted and attempts to rip it open.
Strength: 19
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Barracks First Floor:
Uthal's fists plunge into the door and grasp it tight, removing it from lock and frame. Once removed, Uthal had a full view of the troubling scene beyond the door.
The room he's standing in has several crates, as well as racks of weapons, helms, and shields lining the walls. The weaponry included a few swords, but was mostly polearms and the spears that the party had seen earlier on the northern Midgar guard upon entering the city. It's not a large room, but easily contained enough to arm very small militia, if need be, at least it would seem normally. Nearly half of the racked slots, by Uthal's best guess, were empty.
However, the point of interest within the room was the clerk standing behind some boxes that only came up to about his waist. He had equipped himself with a helmet and a armored chest plate that was loosely hanging off his body, obviously intended for someone bigger. In his left hand he held a lit torch; and in his right, several sticks of dynamite tied together, their wicks twisted together, with the lead cut short.
"You and your friends are now enemies of the Kingdom. You will give yourselves up, dead or alive; your choice." The clerk now in a full state of panic has once again engaged his unstable response of fight or flight.
Upon hearing the clerk yelling once more, Anearis heard a responsive sound. The shuffling on the other side of the door, turned to blunt thuds, against the door itself.
Barracks Second Floor:
From the stariwell leading to the floor below, Kel and Ura hear the clerk yelling. ("You and your friends are now enemies of the Kingdom. You will give yourselves up, dead or alive; your choice.")
Uthal just stares to boy down, shield in hand though he knows it's probably useless. "Boy, your wailing has attracted those undead that were outside. So we're all dead if we don't help each other. Once this is all done I would be happy to let you take me to the Arbitrator to verify my story but for now we need to survive what's coming."
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Ander hurries over and does a double take. "Gods above! Are you actually willing to blow yourself up over... this?
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"Another one of your lies!" The boy yelled at Uthal. Even though he was in plain view, when Ander appeared, he turned to face him, showing him the torch and dynamite as well. "I'm not the one who needs to worry. Now both of you, back up! I'm warning you!"
Ander attempted to gain any evidence as to how far the clerk was willing to take this, but failed to do so. As far as Ander was knew, the boy could just as easily be completely unhinged and ready to light the dynamite just for the sake of doing it.
Uthal's eyebrow goes up. "Pretty sure you need to worry more than us. You've cut that wick much too short to be able to throw it before it explodes." Uthal readies the door to close it in case the boy lights the wick.
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As if a conniving God of mischief was waiting for just that time, Kel and by the look of her face Ura, heard the shout from below at the same time. Kel rested his eyes in his hands for a heartbeat then swiftly stood, grabbed his greatsword from its resting place and proceeded down from the second floor to the first, each step the storm on his brow smoldering with intensity until he reached the scene just off the stairs and snarled.
"What is the damn meaning of this? Explain yourselves!" He glared, waiting.
Intimidation: 24
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"I know. I can hardly believe it myself. All I wanted to do was see the forests here, but no, I had to be dragged into this royal zombie invasion plot fresh off the boat." Ura shrugs. "This place gets a zero in my tourism book, seriously."
At the sound of the shouts, she shoots to her feet. "Oh for the love of... with the amount of noise they're making, I wouldn't be surprised if the zombies are charging in as we speak," Ura said, still refraining from shouting as she followed Kel down the stairs, for all the good it did once Kel started bellowing. It's like I'm talking to myself, she thought dryly.
Slipping around Kel to approach Uthal, who was standing before yet another splintered door, she tried to see what all the yelling and smashing was about. She goggled a bit at the boy with the stick of dynamite in his hand, yelling at them to give themselves up dead or alive. And then she kicked Uthal in the back of the calf fiercely, tilting her head towards the scared clerk with a scowl.
"Hey! We surrender. I fully recognize your superior firepower at the moment and would wholeheartedly like to make it out of this as a living prisoner rather than one in lots of tiny little bits," she calls out to the boy, holding her arms above her head and waving them for good measure, just to make sure the boy could see them above Uthal's broad shoulders. "Now if you could put that down and come out here to arrest us peacefully, with no dynamite involved, I'd be mighty grateful."
Despite all her talking, Ura still readies an action to dash far away - down the stairwell if possible - if the boy so much as makes a twitch to light his stick of dynamite.
Uthal barely feels the kick on the back of his leg through his steel. His eyes are still locked on the boy as he speaks. "The little one has decided we're here to overthrow things and his grand plan to stop us involves suicide apparently. I've told him that he cut the fuses to short to escape, which he clearly has, so it's a matter of how much he wants to die here. Or I've offered to go peacefully to the Arbitrator."
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The clerk almost jumped at the sound of Kel’s voice, but immediately fell on line and responded. “You and your friends here are up to some shady s***! Half of you are sulking around the barracks doing who knows what, while the other half insult the kingdom and begin questioning the authority of the guard itself, before threatening and laying hands on a member of the guard.” He willingly gave up the information, but does so with a great amount of anger and frustration in his voice. “You say the Arbitrator sent you hear your assist, but the only help you’ve done is probably helping yourself to whatever you can get your greedy little elf mitts on.”
The clerk watched Ura and listened when she came into the room and spoke. Then with the torch, he points to a ring of keys hanging on a hook just inside the door. “Fine. You want to come peacefully, then you’ll take those keys and unlock the door to the next room.”
"Maybe you could tell him all that with a little less 'block his only escape route' posture in you," Ura replies to Uthal sharply. "By the way, kid. My name's Ura. Just in case you blow us all to smithereens, I'd like you to have put a name to my face beforehand. Can I also call you something other than 'hey kid?'"
Slipping around Uthal, she grabs the keys and shows them to the boy. "Gotcha. I'll be right back, unlocking your door, so why don't you put the dynamite down. You can threaten us with a sword still if you like, or hey, pick up a crossbow instead if you want to keep your distance. Just no loud explosions, all right? Even if we managed to survive it somehow, every zombie in town would be racing to get to us here afterwards."
Leaving the room, she goes next door and unlocks it, just as the boy demanded. But she also keeps her ears peeled for any other sounds... particularly since Anaeris seems to have gone missing, again.
Perception: 18
Uthal grunts but backs away from the frame, still holding the door in his hands like a shield.
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Upon unlocking and opening the door, Ura sees that the room is a large holding cell or cage of some sort. The entire room is roughly only 10 feet by 10 feet, but about three feet into the room a wall of iron bars and a door separate the rest of the room. Within the cell are several benches, but nothing more.
All the while, Ura notices nothing from outside the hallway that could give any idea as to where Anearis was or what was going on in the rest of the barracks.
The clerk stood fast, as he awaited Ura’s return.
"Huh," Ura says with a tiny sigh. Does he seriously think we're going to file in here in a row and sit in cages just like that, waiting to become zombie chew, again? Moving forward, she swiftly tests the keys on the ring until she finds the one that unlocks the second door as well, doing so and swinging it open. Then, stepping out, she makes a detour by Kel and passes the keys over to him with a shrug. "He never said he wanted them back, and I best keep my greedy little elf mitts off of them, right?" Walking over to the doorframe, she peers at the boy and leans against it, crossing her arms. "Door's unlocked, kid. But my friend with the suicidal tendencies has gone missing again. You mind if I go find him and bring him back to us?"
Anearis hadn’t been able to figure out what caused the loud noise, but what he heard from beyond the door was all he needed to understand the threat approaching them. Somehow, the undead had managed to get in, and it was only a matter of time before they made it past the door.
Anearis ran back to the others only to find the whole group had reunited and where being threatened by the young clerk.
"We have to move. The barracks has been compromised. The undead have entered from the west."
Kel narrowed his eyes at the lot of them, gripping his sword so tightly his knuckles were surely running white. However, when he spoke it was at a softer volume. "There is no reason to have laid hands on the boy, he has done nothing but help us since we arrived." He moved to peer his head and see the situation for himself as Ura moved to claim the keys and Uthal stepped aside, before stepping back behind the doors view. "Young clerk, holding yourself in the storeroom was smart for the moment, but I certainly am not your enemy. Your Sergeant was fast asleep and well resting when we just left him. The elf has only seen fit to take a small meal that I know for certain..." Here Ura spoke to Kel and he motioned with a nod as he took the keys and stowed them. He followed up behind Ura's comment.
"One of the others is missing." Internally he huffed. "And we cannot stand in this stalemate all night. What would you feel better at us..." Kel noticed Anearis approach and speak. ...Far zmy wicy ao zmy ourwz oury tafdv aly oftculq zmulq qa aoo suzmafz myddw d viplw suzm zmywy eyaedy... He added a shorter curse under his breath. He motioned for them all to move. "Get to the stairs, fortify it against assault, make their numbers count for less." He turned toward the open door. "Young clerk grab what you can and move, you have a duty to protect this house and the Watch herein." With that Kel turned to fall back to the second floor and see what barricade could be fashioned with bedknobs and broomsticks.
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