The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
Cold sits there for a moment before a slender blue tiefling walks over "My name was called?"
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
Cold sits there for a moment before a slender blue tiefling walks over "My name was called?"
The boy peeks out from the shadows. "A-are y-you L-lore?"
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
Cold sits there for a moment before a slender blue tiefling walks over "My name was called?"
The boy peeks out from the shadows. "A-are y-you L-lore?"
"That i am" she says and smile, she seems to have a motherly demeanor
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
Cold sits there for a moment before a slender blue tiefling walks over "My name was called?"
The boy peeks out from the shadows. "A-are y-you L-lore?"
"That i am" she says and smile, she seems to have a motherly demeanor
The boy holds out the letter addressed to her. The outside is stained with mud and a little bit of blood. As if it came from a battlefield.
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
Cold sits there for a moment before a slender blue tiefling walks over "My name was called?"
The boy peeks out from the shadows. "A-are y-you L-lore?"
"That i am" she says and smile, she seems to have a motherly demeanor
The boy holds out the letter addressed to her. The outside is stained with mud and a little bit of blood. As if it came from a battlefield.
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
Cold sits there for a moment before a slender blue tiefling walks over "My name was called?"
The boy peeks out from the shadows. "A-are y-you L-lore?"
"That i am" she says and smile, she seems to have a motherly demeanor
The boy holds out the letter addressed to her. The outside is stained with mud and a little bit of blood. As if it came from a battlefield.
She takes it and reads it.
It is from Theren. It explains that he is dead and that this boy is his adopted son.
Oval closes their eyes as their ear frills glow bright blue "Bad people?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
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"Not people. Monsters. But dont worry I'll get them out soon."
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*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
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"I dont want you to be hurt though!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*BRB*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Dont worry little one. I'll have help."
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"Hmph!" they huff
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Cold sits there for a moment before a slender blue tiefling walks over "My name was called?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Alric pulls her into a hug. "I promise I'll be ok."
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The boy peeks out from the shadows. "A-are y-you L-lore?"
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"Noooooooo!!!" she wiggles a bit "Its a no!!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"That i am" she says and smile, she seems to have a motherly demeanor
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Alric releases his hug and looks directly at her. "I wont let those monsters stink up the home of my kinsmen."
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The boy holds out the letter addressed to her. The outside is stained with mud and a little bit of blood. As if it came from a battlefield.
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She takes it and reads it.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
""BUT WE NEED YOU HERE!!" oval yells in the middle of a childish tantrum
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
It is from Theren. It explains that he is dead and that this boy is his adopted son.
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"Oval...."
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