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[OPEN] DIPLOMACY, part ii

Lyanna the Windswept Posts: 313
World's Edge Queen atk: 7 | def: 11 | dam: 4.0
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.2 :: 5 years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Kyra
#1

let the winds erase me,

like the memory of a kiss

Their first meeting hadn’t gone quite as planned, but that seems inevitable when a large collection of horses end up together. It’s hard to get something accomplished, with everyone wanting a piece of the pie, so to speak. She wouldn’t mind leaving the pie to someone else entirely. She’d only wanted to come to meet with the Throat’s healers, and had hoped to get approval from the Sultan and Sultana when she had come. Instead, now she came wearing a much different cap, with a different purpose. Though she still hoped to linger and get to finally talk with Astarot.

She finds Yael early in the morning, knowing her golden friend too wished to seek approval to return and visit with those who had stories to share. It is, in a way, part of what Lyanna comes to ask today. A bigger version of what Yael and she had originally sought. With Kaos’s presence becoming ever more tangible, they would need one another more than ever. Even without him, she hoped to open the doors between herds, to better all of Helovia. Oceans and mountains and glass spikes had closed them off from danger, but also from one another.

The two make the trip to the Throat together, and she’s glad for the company and the small group. Not that there had been many from the Edge before, adding only Tembovu to the list. Though she enjoys her time with her golden friend, she would prefer Tembovu be here as well, simply because that would mean he was still King. It would mean that she was not Queen. Not the one expected to have the right words, or the right ideas, or the ability to know when someone else had the right idea. She felt like a fish out of water, despite her upbringing.

They make it to the Throat in good time (there are perks to traveling with winged companions), settling in on the opposite shore of the island. Lyanna lets out a call for any that would greet them, hoping to find Volterra and Amphere before a swarm of others came to join. She knew how unlikely that was though, having been privy to many diplomatic meetings in her lifetime. They tended to attract a crowd. With that, she settles in to wait, her mind focused on keeping the nerves out of her face. She is glad of her upbringing in this, at least, the mask of polite calm something she finds comfortable, despite the butterflies doing acrobatics in her stomach.  

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Yael Posts: 186
World's Edge Seer atk: 7.5 | def: 11 | dam: 2.5
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#2
The world spins madly on, so much happens so quickly that it seems as if they are either in a holding pattern or racing around like madwomen, sent on quests and other missions. Oh, Yael doesn’t mind, but it seems funny that that’s always the way - a perpetual pattern of feast or famine, when most of them, she thinks, would be quite content to stay in the in-between. Not long after they return from the Marsh, Kaos’s message decoded and for now, known only to the three mares, Lyanna asks her to return to the Throat and Yael happily agrees. She hadn’t quite gotten around to asked permission to return in the winter (which would be soon!), so this return trip is really quite perfect. Really, it’s more of a ‘freedom to roam’ type of thing, to freely come and go without having to disturb anyone.

Raeden’s gift changes her inclinations to be gone for the entirety of winter, as does her promotion. Responsibility is not to be taken lightly.

They take to the skies, a quiet camaraderie between them, comfortable in the silence and physical exertion of flying (which in itself, is calming to Yael). After landing, but before the others arrive, Yael hopes to get a quick question answered. “Are ve going to tell zem about Kaos’s message, or ees zat somet’ing ve need to keep kiet for avile?” She can’t imagine a reason for hiding the knowledge, but she is not privy to the Edge’s diplomatic matters. They words aren’t exactly an answer to anything, but haven’t several of their Gods asked that they do this thing? And now it’s done, so… what’s the next task? Does anyone have an idea?

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#3
Ampere the Mother of Companions

Ampere was on patrol around the herd when she heard the cry. She gave pause, wheeling in the sky as she looked over to the edge of the mainland, but she wasn't able to identify them at first glance. Figuring it wasn't anything too bad if they announced their presence, Ampere nonetheless approached with some suspicion in her tail feathers - spending a lot of time as a fighter made her more naturally inclined to assume there was a strategy underplay than not.

Still, as the blue mare whistled out her own arrival and circled down to land int he sand beside them, she was pleasantly smiling and casual in her stance. She recognized the two mares now that she saw them more fully, and though she had since forgotten their names, remembered their herd. Blowing out in greeting and nodding her head, Ampere cheerfully welcomed them. "Hello again, to what does the Throat owe the pleasure of the Edge's company once more?" She could take a guess it was to follow up on their last meeting, given that it had dispersed rather abruptly and without much of a conclusion.

Kygo flew in behind Ampere, not quite able to keep up with her flying speed when he wasn't tucked in her slip stream. He chirped his own hello before alighting on Ampere's withers, settling into to preen his vibrant green feathers while they discussed politics that didn't interest him.

Ampere had news to share with the Edge on Kaos as well, so perhaps it was for the best they were meeting again, since she hadn't anything to share prior. In such times, Ampere did not find alliances to be as significant as all of them uniting to defeat the main threat.
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Pippigrin Posts: 77
Dragon's Throat Gladiator atk: 6.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 4.5
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 10hh :: Two HP: 68 | Buff: NOVICE
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#4

home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread


The strange bird of ten hands flitted down to the sands beside his Sultana, one worthy of the respect of any king in Pippin's eyes, and it seemed as though whether she held a title or not she would always be mother hen around here. Fluffing the sand from his wings (Down wind of course, he wouldn't allow his sand to blow onto Mrs. Ampere).
Brandybuck remained perched between his wings, the week-old wolverine cub huddled in the soft saddle of down feathers between the hobbit's shoulder blades; a worthy nest for the bairn, one who to Pippin's understanding was merely an orphaned beast and not the kind who was bonding to him magically (Pippin had no real clue about companions).

His gaze soon found their way to the gathering Edgefolk, the first of the caravan to make it to the shores being two ladies he recognised immediately. The canary was one he didn't recall the name of, though she seemed nice enough from their encounter under the dragon's jaws, and Lyanna. Perfect, Pretty, Princess Lyanna. The halfling almost rolled his eyes each time his gaze cast her way, though truthfully he had no reason to dislike her other than she had won over a recruit. Chomping upon some left-over grass in his mouth the child of stone decided perhaps he should give the windswept pegasus another chance; perhaps she wasn't as perfect and precious as she had made herself out to be.




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Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
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Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow
#5


V O L T E R R A
HE SAYS "OH BABY GIRL, DON'T GET CUT ON MY EDGES
I'M THE KING OF EVERYTHING AND MY TONGUE IS A WEAPON"

It does not take long for the Sultan to arrive at the gathering. He's not one to be tardy to events like this, and he has been patrolling his borders as he always does in order to be primed and ready for any potential threat that may wander across his lands. His dragons are with him today, a rather unusual occurrence as they tend to do their own thing when their mammoth bonded is just doing his herd duties. They find such things rather boring, but today the goliath is flanked by red and gold alike as he marches through the sand towards the World's Edge visitors.

Wings of fire erupt from his shoulders and carry him across the ocean to where the Edge's convoy has politely remained outside the Throat itself. The warlord notices that the two lead mares of the gathering are winged, which means they could easily have flown across and greeted the Throat inside the confines of their home - this act of politeness and deference is not lost on Volterra and it helps put his titanic muscles at ease as he prowls to a halt nearby. His attention drifts first to Ampere, who receives a nod of greeting, then to Pippigrin who receives the same.

Finally his focus moves onto the Edge contingent, and his ears are rammed forwards with his body language open as he offers them a nod too. "Welcome, Edge." The greeting is spoken in that thick baritone of his, with just the hint of an accent courtesy of his upbringing. "Will the Elephant King not be joining us today?" Tembovu had lead the previous ill-fated alliance talks, so the Indomitable can't help but wonder where he is now - unaware, of course, of the leadership changes.

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Astarot Posts: 81
Dragon's Throat Sun Physician atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 5.5
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Zafír :: Common Blue Dragon :: Frost Breath Pare
#6
Astarot & Zafir

A call rings out in familiar tones causing the stallion and dragon to make their way north. 'She just can't stay away from me.' He laughs softly to himself sure that isn't why the black mare was at the border. Hey it sounded good enough to him though. Zafir flew above him noting to herself that Ampere, Volterra, and the midget Pippigrin were already there. She screeched above him causing him to look up at her blue form. He knew she didn't like the magical fire wings that carried his flightless body over the sea. He wished she was strong enough to carry his bird form over the sea, but he felt it was tactless to wear her out every time he wanted to fly.

He paused at the edge of the island as the magic was called up. Wings of fire slowly carried him over to the meeting. He grinned brightly at the two mares from last time. He nodded his head politely to his two leaders and Pip before doing the same to the two ladies. "Miss Lyanna, Miss Yael, what a pleasure to see you both again." He smiled brightly as Zafir landed on his back her head tilted curiously at the two mares she had previously met.

He smiled warmly at the two ladies wondering why they had chose to visit the Throat again so shortly after the last one. "Is everything alright?" He feared something maybe wrong in the Edge and that was what had brought them back. He was ready to race back to his stores of herbs and find what they needed if something was wrong. He found it odd one of the leaders was not present with them, which only made him worry more. His ears pricked and eyes softened with his concern.

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Lyanna the Windswept Posts: 313
World's Edge Queen atk: 7 | def: 11 | dam: 4.0
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.2 :: 5 years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Kyra
#7

let the winds erase me,

like the memory of a kiss

She enjoys Yael’s company as they head to the Throat, though everything feels wrong without Tembovu. Butterflies dance in her stomach as if she hasn’t seen this done a thousand times before. How often had she stood beside her mother and father as they’d welcomed diplomats? More times than she can count, truthfully. But everything of importance happened behind closed doors, ones she was rarely invited behind. She was left to dance with the princes or dazzle the diplomats that weren’t important enough to be behind the doors either. Her job was to smile and keep them happy, to watch for signs of distrust, to collect any information given from loose lips. She had been good at that job once.

That Lyanna felt like a very different Lyanna than the one she’d become in Helovia. Princess Lyanna of Morham felt like a dream, like a mare that never really existed at all. Lyanna the Moon Doctor felt most like her. Lyanna the Windswept, Queen of the Edge, was a mare she didn’t know at all. Yael’s presence is the only thing that keeps her grounded (figuratively, of course), reminding her that this new title isn’t so different from the last. Or at least, that this new title doesn’t have to be so different. “I think we should share,” she says before anyone else joins them, nodding at Yael slightly. “Since it is your discovery though, I think you should do the honors.”

They don’t wait long for others to join them. Ampere, Pipigrin, Volterra and Astarot. She knows them all, and this revelation almost shocks her. Well really, it does shock her, but she doesn’t let it show on her face. How had she come to this point? A Queen who could stand on the border of another herd and recognize so many of the faces. Not that she knew them well, but she knew them by name at the very least. Volterra’s words are almost a stab in the gut though. Lyanna’s been ask to fill shoes that she can fill. She is not Tembovu, and she cannot even hope to fill his shadow.

Her gaze turns to Astarot briefly with a smile and a shake of her head. “Nothing is wrong,” she assures him, turning her gaze back to the group as a whole. All she wants to do is offer Astarot the herbs she has with her and go off talking about local plants in the Throat, but that is no longer her job. “We’re sorry to come knocking on your door again so soon, but thank you having us. We wanted to follow up from our last meeting though.”

“Tembovu has stepped down,” she says simply, eyes turning to Volterra for a moment. The words still feel wrong, and it feels too final to stand here telling another herd. “He promoted me to Queen to rule along side Alysanne. We both hope to open lines of communication between our herds. With the threat of Kaos especially, we’d like to invite your healers, crafters and philosphers to our land to trade knowledge, herbs, and items as would mutually benefit each herd. We’d also love to encourage organized spars between our herds.”

She pauses again for a moment, eyes turning to Yael. “Yael also recently visited Kaos’ altar, and can read the symbols on it, and we’d like to share that information as well.” She nods to Yael, letting the little golden Pegasus fill in the details. Who better to relay the translation than the mare who had translated it, after all. Her attention turns back to Astarot, and she picks up the pile of herbs she'd brought with her, offering them to him. "These are for you. I never did get the chance to give them to you last time. Pine and cedar, mostly. "

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Yael Posts: 186
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#8
Yes, they should share information with their friends, though a selfish part of Yael wants to keep the knowledge to herself, along with the feeling of specialness that came with Kaos’s appearances. So rarely before were her accomplishments acknowledged, always eclipsed by the happy accident of her absurd amount of magic. Power was immediately given, resentment brewed even though no one else was willing to do the work. Oh, she’d tried to give it all up, tried to live a normal but in the end she was always there there to pick up the pieces, and so why bother allowing someone to make a mess of it to begin with?

Now, her hard work (even if it is a mere happenstance of birth) is here, for all of Helovia to see, and though Yael isn’t nervous, exactly, there is a feeling of loss of control. The ‘secret’ is no longer hers. It makes her hesitate, ever so briefly, after she takes a dainty step forward, gazing at the faces of those who’d come to meet the previous Edge delegation. She backed up Lyanna’s assertion that nothing is wrong with a small nod, but until then, had remained silent.

“Ah, yes… Ze symbols vere written een Xebrew, ze ancient language of my oreeginal tribe… Eet vas a great surprise to see eet written t’ere. I xaf no idea vhy Kaos chose zat language… ve deed not ask, and xe deed not say.” She rolls her slight shoulders in a shrug, making a mental note to ask the God, if she ever sees him again (unbeknownst to her, she will, very soon). “T’ere vere several standalone vords and a phrase, vich translated to: Peace, Power, Forever, and Kaos vill Save. Of zis, I am sure.” She almost adds that Kaos confirmed the translation, but thinks better of it. Not all are as open-minded to the idea that Kaos is more than what they were told."I also xaf a small, personal rekest to make - I vas not able to get to eet last time ve met - about seeking knowledge." A quick smile flashes across her face, hoping they would remember from last time.  

The little foreigner falls silent, now, ready to answer any questions as best she could, and quite curious to see what their reactions would be to this very new, and contradictory information would be. A step backwards returns her to her Queen’s side, finding solidarity in her friend. The Throat is the first to know - but she has no doubt that they will tell the Basin soon too. Then all of Helovia shall know, and she wonders if it will change anything at all.


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Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#9
Ampere the Mother of Companions

An ear flicked to the side at Pippigrin's arrival, and Ampere's head turned slightly towards him in greeting. "Hello Pip," she murmured, her focus still mostly on the Edgers. A low rumble from her chest also welcomed Volterra when he pulled up, but her tongue remained quiet as he asked the convoy his own questions. Similarly she greets Astarot, pleased to see him accompanying them again with a herd affair - he was a bright and cheerful sort and seemed to know the other herd healers.

"Ah, so then you must be the Windswept of whom I've heard talk of," Ampere murmured, smiling. "I hope Tembovu is well, and may your reign be long and successful."

Ampere quieted to listen to what Lyanna had to offer, a mare that got straight to the point and wasn't shy about directing. Ampere was fond of that, and even if it was clear Lyanna wasn't a warrior, neither did she seem a cowed mare incapable of standing up for herself or her herd. Often new leads were cautious to lead, but it didn't seem such would be an issue with the Windswept, and for that Ampere respected her.

"Thank you for your offering. We would be pleased to maintain trade between our two herds, both for herbs and items. Friendly spars are always welcome, and I would like to be so bold as to ask that our thieve be allowed to practice on one another as well... just so long as no actual thievery comes of it. I think it's important we keep all of our ranks in top shape, and that we work together in this dark time of Kaos."

Ampere glanced at Volterra, wondering what he thought of their news on Kaos and what he'd say about their findings.
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Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17'2hh :: 3 HP: 80 | Buff: SENSE
Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow
#10


V O L T E R R A
HE SAYS "OH BABY GIRL, DON'T GET CUT ON MY EDGES
I'M THE KING OF EVERYTHING AND MY TONGUE IS A WEAPON"

Lyanna speaks first, confessing that Tembovu has stepped down. Volterra pricks an ear in surprise, digesting the information for a moment. The Elephant King seemed far too robust to step down due to ill health or anything like that, so he wonders what strange occurrence made the large man decide to leave his crown and throne behind. The mare extends an invitation to trade herbs, knowledge and spars, and the beast immediately nods his agreement. Ampere vocalises what he's thinking, and he waits for the blue-marked woman to finish before he says anything himself.

The brute's attention shifts to this Yael as she begins to speak. Her voice is heavily accented, even more than Volterra's own thick rumble, but that doesn't stop him from listening as she explains what the altar had revealed to her. His handsome features crease into a frown - Peace, Power, Forever, and Kaos will save. None of this adds up. Volterra has decided for himself that Kaos is evil, and not the tolerable kind of evil that the Indomitable himself can be - he is the sort of evil that must be destroyed at all cost. After all, his bone monster had killed a mare with minimal provocation, not to mention the personal insult of masquerading as Kisamoa before revealing his true face. The onyx warlord has no time for deception, so he has firmly engraved it into his mind that it's a black and white matter - there's Kaos, who must be stopped, and then there's Helovians, honour-bound to stop him or die trying.

Yet these new developments seem to imply that Volterra has been hasty in his assumptions. His daughter's revelations did not involve any sort of nefarious deeds, and Yael's translation suggests the same. The stallion's jaw is set hard as he thinks; he does not like to have his opinions challenged like this. He has decided that Kaos is evil and must be destroyed, but now all of the evidence is contradicting that. Stubborn as he is, it makes Volterra all the more determined to stop the foul brute and his bizarre games. "We also have news to share regarding Kaos. My daughter recently headed to the Marsh, more specifically this altar. According to her, the ground began to shake and the altar began to eject an odd teal liquid, which formed black clovers where it touched the ground. Apparently when it landed on her skin, it did not cause her any harm - rather, it created a sensation of relaxation and wellbeing. She brought us some of the clovers, which our healers are now looking at." His frown deepens as he looks to Yael. "Your translation of the symbols and my daughter's account of events around the altar both seem to imply that Kaos....is not as evil as we may have thought. I am sure I am not alone in the fact that I do not trust him a jot, however. He has deceived us before, and I would be unsurprised if this also turned out to be an elaborate trap."

He swings his tail, perturbed. "We thank you for your information, and I hope we can continue to pass such things between our herds. In times like these, we must all be as up to date as possible on events surrounding Kaos." He glances at Lyanna. "It is also why it is a fine idea to spar between our herds, and as Ampere says, friendly stealths cannot go amiss either. All of our ranks must keep themselves honed and ready in case Kaos should make his intentions clear."

Then he glances to Yael, who mentions something about a request. The beast's expression is quizzical as he looks at her. "What is your request, Yael?" he asks, his voice level and calm.

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Yael Posts: 186
World's Edge Seer atk: 7.5 | def: 11 | dam: 2.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 :: 39 - appears 8 HP: 63.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Zani :: Serval :: None Astor
#11
Yael’s long head bobs up and down under the Indomitable’s scrutiny, neither wavering nor growing defensive, but factual and unemotional, just as the Goddess advised. “Of course. Eet ees not my eentention to svay to vone side or ze ozer, seemply to deleever all eenformation available, so zat you may make ze best deceesion posseeble.” And if that decision is not what the Edge or his daughter decides, then she hopes they will not be at odds.

Her warm, encompassing gaze shifts from the Sultan to Sultana, taking in the two rulers of the Throat. They are quite different from the Queens of the Edge, and yet she finds all four of them likeable. “As Sage of ze Edge, I xaf taken on a project to learn more stories aobut Xelovia. Eets xeestoryand legends. Vit your permeesion, I vould like to come to ze T’roat een ze vinter and learn about eets xeestory and ze Sun God.” She lifts her black-tipped wings up a little and chuckles softly. “As you can see, I vould not need to bozer anyvone vit ze breedge, and vould be xappy to obey any limeetations you might vant.”

In truth, this is something she is very much hoping to be able to do - to spend some of the winter among the head of the sands would be… rejuvenating. Emotionally healing. Something akin to ‘going home,’ when the only criteria for ‘home’ is a dry heat on her back and ghosts in her peripheral vision.


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Lyanna the Windswept Posts: 313
World's Edge Queen atk: 7 | def: 11 | dam: 4.0
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#12
so i listen to the    wind for an answer
“You must be the Windswept I’ve heard talk of. The words send shock racing through her, like being promoted all over again. Why was it easier to say she’d been promoted than she hear that there were rumors of her ascension, that her legend title is already known? She shouldn’t be shocked, of course, because she knows their titles as they know hers, remembers how easily gossip traveled in Morham long ago. Nothing stays a secret long. The shock does not show on her face though, and like so many times before, she’s thankful for her upbringing, for the countless years spent learning to hide her emotions behind a pleasant, princess worthy smile. Ah, but no longer just the smile of princess, but the smile of a Queen. It is different, somehow, softer and sturdier than before.

She nods her head as Ampere continues, adding a “Thank you,” in response to the well-wishes for both Tembovu and herself. Tembovu had been around, spending more time with family now, and she wondered how he was doing. Part of her still could not think of him as anything but The Elephant King, and never just The Elephant. Had his own view of himself shifted, or had he never cared about the title he bore for far too long? Sometimes the wearer shapes the crown, sometimes it shapes the wearer, and she has never know which way it worked for Tembovu.

Ampere continues, suggesting that their sleuths practice one on another without losing items. Lyanna grins a bit at that, nodding. “I think that’s a great idea. I will let our sneaks know.” Both her and Alysanne had planned meetings with the ranks after this as well, so it would be the perfect time to let them know that the Throat had agreed to practice with them.

The topic shifts back to Kaos as Volterra tells of his daughter’s experience with the altar and his opinion of Kaos. He, like Lyanna, is beginning to wonder if Kaos is as evil as they might have first thought. That said, it’s possible this is all a charade, as Kisamoa had been a charade. Once trust is gone, it’s hard to earn it back. If he had come to them with such good intentions, why not come as Kaos? At the same time, why put so much effort into ensuring their trust if he didn’t want their help in some regard? The question – always the question – was just what he might want their help with.

She waits for Yael to make her request before she finally speaks. “If we learn anything new about Kaos, we will be sure to share, though I will try not to knock on your door too often.” She offers them a playful grin and a slight chuckle, a slight joke to lighten an otherwise heavy topic. “Our Lady Moon has suggested we continue to use our minds to decipher what Kaos’s intentions might be.” She waits for any more conversation, but certainly, she’s kept them long enough if there’s nothing left to discuss.

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