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 Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 11:43 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 11:47 am
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Name: Rham
Species: Earthling: Wind
Height: 5'6''
Personality:
----Virtues
Adventurous - Like most of his species, Rham is quite the adventurous one. He likes to go out and explore things. Caves? Heck yes! He'll run in head first without really thinking about it. He's a go getter and would much rather be on an adventure, even in the rain, than sit around and do nothing. He has itchy feet and there's no cure for it. He just has to go on an adventure, get his blood pumping!
Quick Learner - With all the adventures he goes on, Rham has learned to pick up on things rather quickly. Usually, it has to do with how to climb a certain way or how to jump. Sometimes he'll pick up on things like how to better defend himself, how to better land so he doesn't hurt himself. Sometimes it's even just how to better interact with people. He does this by watching them. Even though he's always moving, he does pay attention to the world around him. He's always picking up on new skills, even if they aren't the best. This will come in handy when he starts working towards the class he wants to be. He wants to deal with blades, but he's not sure what kind yet.
Witty - He's quick on his feet as he is with his tongue. He's always got a come back ready, a jest, a playful tease, or even a play on words. Rham's a very friendly guy. He's also a guy, so he likes jokes, likes to tease the ones he calls friends. Verbal sparring is something he just adores. For him, it's a sign of true friendship. Yes, this comes at a price. Sometimes he digs a little too deep, pushes a little too hard. He never means to, of course, but it happens.
----Flaws:
Brutally Honest - With his wit, comes brutal honesty. Basically what it boils down to, is Rham lacks that little voice inside of his head that filters the hurtful truth. Nothing is sugar coated with him. He's bluntly honest about whatever he thinks. He doesn't lie, he doesn't keep secrets, even if it hurts people around him. Why? He was raised that honesty was the best policy and he took it to a very literal sense.
Reckless - With his adventurous nature, comes recklessness. He doesn't think a lot of the time. He ends up hurting himself, be it seriously or superficially. He will literally run in head first, all brave and nerves of steel. It makes him a bit of a wild card, a bit unpredictable.
Flirt - During his outings, if he runs into anyone he will flirt with them. It goes with the teasing. For Rham, it doesn't mean anything. Flirting comes second hand, like breathing. It just happens. Half the time he doesn't realize he's flirting with someone until they've gotten the wrong impression and he has to let them down gently. That's not to say this happens a lot, but it has happened once or twice. He tries to let people know that he doesn't mean anything by it. He doesn't want to hurt people's feelings from his stupid behavior.
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 11:52 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 11:53 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 11:57 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 4:20 pm
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. : . Solo 1 . : .
In which Rham comes to the conclusion he's going to be selling fabric so he can still travel.
Rham settled himself upon one of the fallen trees outside the settlement in Neued. The same settlement he met an Oban named Reillan and learned that he might actually might not make it out of prentice because he didn't know what he wanted to do. Not in the slightest bit. What he did know, however, was that the journey to this settlement, the people he encountered along the way was just... Amazing. It wasn't eventful, not really. He had a few run ins with some locals from villages he passed through, made a few bucks here and there exchanging things, running errands for people.
That... That had been really fun.
He recalled coming into this one village after he met a pair of sisters in the woods. That had been Rham’s first ‘fetch quest’ in a sense. The inn keeper couldn’t leave his station and asked Rham if he could run to tell the local baker he needed to double the order because there was an unexpected wedding happening.
Running along the street to go tell the baker with the payment in pocket, Rham felt a sense of importance, like no one could stop him.
The exchange had been done and Rham found himself with a comped room for the night and a sense of pride.
“So why can’t I just do that?” He murmured to himself. “Why can’t I just wander around and exchange information or do errands for people?”
Maybe because that wasn’t a real position. “That baker did have some information though…” Maybe… Just maybe Rham could actually be a merchant and sell information on the side, or run errands or something with it.
His head tilted to the side as he shifted, now sitting with his feet together on the log. He was arched forward so his elbows rested on his knees, and his head weighed heavily in his hands. “But what could I sell?”
Food was always good, but he’d either have to spend all his money buying food and overcharge, or learn how to make food, and then he wouldn’t be able to travel because he’d have to take care of a kitchen. Who even overcharged food? Rham pushed that idea from his head and sighed a little. There was instruments and bits. But.. “I couldn’t demonstrate if they worked properly because I know nothing about them,” he finished out loud.
He shifted again, now laying on his back, staring up at the sky that was obscured by trees and clouds. It was really sunny today. “There’s always medicine I could buy and sell.. It couldn't be that hard to learn could it? No, I’m pretty sure theres a lot to remember…” He sighed and just rubbed his hands through his hair, messing it up and tangling the blond and brown strands. He let his legs hang over the log he was on and just growld in frustration.
“This is so hard!” He was exasperated already. With his chest rising and falling deeply, the Wind boy tried to keep himself nice and calm. Calm heads were the best for making decisions. Sure he could change classes, or something similar, but he’d at least like to enjoy his job. It would make things so much easier.
More thinking was in order, then.
Closing his eyes, Rham soaked in the sun, letting it warm him against the slightly chilly wind. His arms went slack and fell to the side, fingers teasing bits of grass that tickled the pads. All he could hear now was the wind, and the insects that were making the most beautiful music. Nothing beat nature’s song, honestly. Sleeping out here, out in the open in the sun or under the stars…
It made Rham’s problems seem super small and insignificant and he could actually quiet the panic that built pressure in his head.
He came across a camp one day, in his travels. Nothing special, but his camp sold the most beautiful fabrics he’d ever seen. They were so soft, and some had such stunning patterns. It made him want new clothes. He wanted to spend all the money he had to just get a new vest, or a pair of pants.
The traders had been really helpful too, telling him about how the fabrics were made, what was popular now a days, what styles were considered outdated. Fashion always changed. He didn’t have to be a tailor but maybe he could sell fabrics.
“Why couldn’t I?” He mumbled to himself, hardly above a whisper. He had the charisma to sell things, he could learn about which fabrics were the best. If you knew the fabric types it was easy from there. There couldn’t be that many different kinds for the lands. Besides, who didn’t trust a fabric dealer?
The grin on Rham’s face couldn’t have been any wider as he lifted his arms with a grunt and crossed them over his chest. “Fabric…” Everyone needed fabric. Everyone knew fabric is what really made a man; clothes! At least that’s how he looked at things. You could tell a lot about someone from the fabric they wore. How rich they were, how much they cared about their looks, that kind of thing.
“Yeah. I think I can do that.”
Once more the restless boy shifted to sitting up, spreading his legs, putting his hands between them and just laughed. “I can always change what I sell, too. I’m my own boss…”
It was as though a huge burden was lifted off his shoulders. The path was clear. He could sell fabrics, trade for information if it was good enough and travel. That was the big one. He could travel and be around all the different races the world had to offer. He could learn so many things. Maybe he could even become a tailor if someone wanted to take the time to teach these deft, clumsy fingers something more useful.
Jumping off the log, Rham laughed as he ran towards the settlement again. Maybe he could find Reil and tell him what he’d decided on. Reil was really the only one he knew here.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 7:49 pm
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. : . Solo 2 . : .
In which Rham does some exploring and finds something interesting...
It was a crisp morning when Rham found himself waking up. The air in the small inn he was staying at as chilled. No fire had been lit in his room, but he hadn’t expected it. Shivering as he stretched himself out onto parts of the bed that he hadn’t touched, the Wind boy quickly curled himself back into a tiny ball underneath the blankets and pelts on the bed, trying to hoard what warmth he could like he was a dying man. The truth of the matter is that he just hated being cold. He absolutely hated it. Maybe it was time to invest in more than just a vest.
Rubbing his chest lightly, one blue-green eye opened and he just sighed. He couldn’t be a slug in bed all day, could he? Finally gathering the courage and strength needed, Rham pushed the blanket back with a hard whine and felt the rush of cold hit his heated skin and caused goosebumps along his flesh, which of course, caused him to itch. He really wasn’t built for the cold. In all reality the boy was so thin he probably looked like he should have hollow bones. It wasn’t from lack of eating, but it was just how he was built. With a low noise, he quickly gathered up what he deemed his winter clothes and pulled them on before running his hands through his hair to fix it however he could without a mirror. It would have to do.
For some reason he had a bit of a spring in his step and he bounded down the inn stairs at a run before he burst out of the door. Naturally that got a few looks from whoever was awake in the settlement this early and all he could do was give a sheepish grin and duck his head.
At least it wasn’t windy.
Last night there’d been a terrible wind that kept him awake for a good few hours. It sounded like trees had fallen or were in the process of falling. No doubt crops got damaged and he had a feeling more than one or two houses had some limbs on them.
Speaking of which, he stepped over a particularly gnarly looking limb and whistled. Hopefully no one was out in that wind storm last night. He could only imagine how damaged someone would be if a limb that big fell.
For that matter he was worried about the animals and sprites that lived free out there. He rubbed his neck a little. Well, he needed to get a lay of the land better, so if he wandered off and into the wood and found an injured animal he could help it as best as he could, right? Who knew, maybe he’d find someone’s lost pet or something.
It was a weird thought, but hey, he wasn’t exactly a normal boy. Whatever.
Rham slowly moved away from the settlement, into the surrounding woods to figure out where exactly he should go next. Or if he should stay here, work a few odd jobs, and get some funds together to hopefully start buying fabric from here. He still knew nothing about it, but he knew what he wanted to do now and the world felt lighter and better.
The further out Rham got, the more aware he got about his surroundings. Honestly he didn’t want to get lost, but with his sense of direction? Well, it was totally possible he would get lost going a straight line. Rham wasn't’ the best with directions, but he wasn’t the worst either. He’d known a few kids who got lost in their own homes.
Just as he was about to take a turn to head in a different direction, Rham heard some chiming coming from the other way. Chimes? What on earth? The last time he heard any chiming was when he was chasing down a little sprite and running away from a mad merchant.
The longer he stood here, the more distressed the chiming got and finally he turned on his heel to figure out where it was coming from.
“Hello?”
It wasn’t the first time he’d called out because of a noise on the wind. He found a little boy the other day and returned him to his mother, only to realize he actually knew the boy’s mother. So now he knew like three friendly faces here. In a way he wanted to make this place home. The place he came back to when he needed to rest from traveling and possibly take a break and gather supplies to restock his fabric business.
As he walked over limbs and turned over rocks, Rham became hyper aware he was going a direction he’d been before….
Just past this little brook there was a big fallen tree with the roots showing, all dead and a brownish gray. He climbed over that tree so he didn’t walk in the babbling waters and get his feet cold. Who knew why he was barefoot still, but he was.
“Memo to self. See about shoes,” he muttered under his breath when there was no more chiming. “H-hey! Keep making noise. I don’t know where you are…” He swallowed as panic crawled into his throat now.
Just as he was fearing the worst, standing on that log for five full minutes, the chiming started up again and it was really close. He took off at a run on the tree and jumped off right before he got to the roots, stepping in the cold, muddy ground as he came around and looked at the base of those gnarled, shriveled things.
There, in the middle of a big knot was a tangled sprite with what appeared to be a broken wing, maybe worse. He didn’t know sprite anatomy enough to know if it was a boy or a girl, or if it was even going to make it, but he had to at least get the poor thing out.
“Hang on…”
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 9:29 am
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. : . Solo 3 . : .
In which Rham takes care of Duali.
This sprite had been there for the better part of night, and it looked like it had been there all day too. With knit brows Rham pressed himself against the roots of the tree, reaching out and trying to reach out and grab the blue thing's knot so he could examine it or bring it to someone who could help it. Huffing a little when Rham's arm was too short, he wiggled his fingers and just tired to flatten himself against those roots as best as he could. It was hard with them being at all different lengths, and they were wet and he was pretty sure he could feel bugs crawling all over his arm. He hated bugs.
Whimpering loudly, the Wind boy pulled his arm away and shook it free of pill bugs and spiders and just kept making grossed out noises, gagging a bit. “Okay, ew, ew.” He rubbed at his arm, spreading the mud that had been in patches all over his pale skin before looking back at the knot.
The chiming got more desperate, even more loud than it was and he turned back to see the sprite struggling, trying to help him out, or call him back to get him to try again.
“Hey, hey. I'm not leaving.” He puffed a little and looked at the roots, frowning hard and just swallowed. “Let me get.. something...”
Rham's voice trailed off before he wandered away a little bit, finding a stick that looked long enough.
All the while he was gone, the sprite continued it's panicked chiming and struggling, more than likely hurting itself all over again. So he walked back toward them and frowned hard. “Hey! Don't struggle. You're hurting yourself, stop it!” Spinning when he got the stick, he ran back towards the tree and ended up slipping and sliding in the mud, sliding right into it, one of the shorter roots slamming into his stomach, causing him to gasp and wince.
“H-hang in there,” he whispered hoarsely.
With enough wriggling around between the sprite and Rham with his short stick, eventually he was able to have the sprite grab onto his stick and slowly pulled it out. He had to peel the sprite off the stick, but eventually he was able to take that blue thing into his hand and hold it delicately.
He heard a little chime that sounded seriously close to a whine and slowly Rham pet his fingers over that little head, brows knitting.
“Your wing is broken,” he whispered softly, finally seeing it up close. “But...what about your arms?” He didn’t know sprites had four arms. That was… interesting. And there was something around the waist and tail?
“Well aren’t you fancy?” As he spoke, Rham slowly walked back to the settlement, trying his hardest to not jar the poor creature. It was already jostled enough, the poor thing.
By the time Rham got back to his inn room, it had been straightened up and there was a fire going, so it wasn’t as cold as when he woke up. Shuddering hard as he settled the injured sprite on his pillow, Rham shifted to pull off his winter layers and just settled on the bed, facing the blue sprite. “Poor thing,” he whispered softly, shifting to pet over the poor things stomach. It was really cold!
Rham’s brows knit hard and he shifted to look around, frowning when he didn’t find anything small enough that wouldn’t crush it. Well, maybe the scarf he had around his neck. Sighing a little bit more. Well, he settled the end of his scarf over the sprite before just watching him, brows knitting harder as he watched the little thing sleep.
Honestly it was about three days before he noticed the sprite stirring. In those three days, Rham had read everything he could about these sprites. Enough to know what sprites ate, anyway, and he thought this one was a girl, but honestly he had no way of knowing, and it wasn’t like he could understand it. All it did was chime!
Still, while the sprite slept, Rham worried about her. He left small berries and even managed to splint the wing so it couldn’t be moved. Hopefully he didn’t tie it too tightly, because he had to wrap small tiny strips of cloth around her hips to make sure it was secured enough, but still. When he heard the small chiming, Rham turned from the book he’d been reading by the fireplace and crawled on the bed, settling in front of his pillow. It hadn’t be easy or comfortable sleeping without that pillow, but he made do, mainly because he didn’t want to bother the inn staff the way he had been already.
“Shhh,” he whispered, smiling a bit. “You’re okay… Don’t try to move, n-no!”
The sprite had tried to flutter it’s wings, only to start panicking when it couldn’t move one of them and flailed her little arms. “Your wing! It’s broken, so I… I wrapped it up. Please, please, it’s okay..”
Unfortunately for him the sprite didn’t seem happy with him no matter what he did. So Rham just kept quiet while the sprite figured things out on it’s own. Slowly he watched her tug at the bandages and wince before figuring out that yes, her wing was broken. With that out of the way she seemed to calm down considerably. He slowly nudged a bit of fruit her way, and he watced her sniff it before taking one handful and started eating it before she realized how hungry she was.
Then all four hands had fruit squished between them and she couldn’t do much else other than eat and chime happily.
“You can stay with me until your wing s better.” Rham just grinned a bit, stroking over his hair, toying with the tips of it lightly and seeming a little sheepish. “Well.. I guess you don’t even care. You’re eating.” He just laughed and shrugged, watching. This was good. She was going to get really healthy this way.
Hopefully after this, he’d made a friend with her.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 7:27 am
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. : . Solo 4 . : .
In which Rham has regrets.
When Rham got back to the spot he and Kyrain were at last, and found out he'd moved on… He asked around and found out Kyrain had really moved on. With a new guy. It hurt his heart so badly. His chest was aching uncomfortably and for a while, Rham kept to the inn room he rented and just let the tears fall.
He hadn't expected that. He'd been learning what his feelings for were the other and he had to give up on him almost immediately. Just because he left like an idiot.
Kyrain would have followed him if he'd ask. So why didn't he?
Rham couldn't swallow his pride and ask the other. He loved Kyrain and now he had to say goodbye to him because he wasn't going to make the other's life complicated by confessing how he felt. He wasn't sure how he was going to be friends with Kyrain after this. It wasn't bitterness at Kyrain, but bitterness towards himself. Rham felt so stupid.
“Of course he's going to move on, you moron. You said nothing to him! You just left!” He might have ended up punching one of the wooden walls of his room and probably broke a knuckle, but Rham didn't care. He was dealing with his first real heartache.
This was one of the moments in his life he wished he could actually go back and just do everything completely differently.
He would walk up to Kyrain and kiss him. He'd ask the other to follow him, come with him on his travels. He would tell Kyrain he needed him, that he loved him, that he just wanted to spend his time with him no matter what they were doing. He would do so much differently if he could.
Nobody said it was easy.
Love and life were hard and Rham just got a rude wake up call. No one said it was going to be this hard. He just wanted to start all over.
During his stint where he stayed holed up in his room, Rham just slept a lot. He got a bit thinner, more haggard looking.
“Come back and haunt me,” he whispered as his thoughts spun in circles like a dog chasing it's tail.
It was a week or more before Rham finally came down for a proper meal. He got supper from the inn keeper and just took it back to his room to eat. Rham didn't want to be in his room anymore but he didn't want to be around people either. Especially not when he figured they'd end up telling him he looked bad or smelled funny or something like that.
Part of Rham wanted to track Kyrain down and see how he was doing, see if he was happy. That's ultimately what he wanted in life. He wanted his friends happy.
Friends. A bitter laugh boiled from the pit of his stomach at that word.
“That's all you'll ever be, Rham.”
For the best.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 11:43 am
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Today was the day he went to get his cart from the old man.
It was months ago when there was still cold weather around that he made the deal with the man named Feelix. He was a man of short, round stature that sported a really thick, impressive blond and white beard. A fellow wind man.
The deal they struck was a few thousand coins for the very intricately carved cart that was more of a wagon with an area for a bed he could sleep in, should he need it. The man was going to fix it up and all Rham had to do was pay him and wait the time it took to fix things and have them adjusted for cloth and small accessory selling rather than fruits and veggies like it used to be for.
When Rham had first seen it, it was a lot worse for wear. One of the wheels was off, spokes broken. Some of the carved pieces looked like they were burned. As if someone tried to set it up in flames, but they didn't finish the job. Still, it had a lot of potential and Rham was willing to pay any price he could to have it fixed up. While he wasn't insanely rich, the merchant business he was in was very lucrative and so he had coin to spare.
The pair of wind men, however, bonded over traveling around and selling things. The man told Rham it would only take a couple of months, and so he waited. He'd met Sathe in that time and he'd even gone back to visit the man, but he'd fallen ill. He had a nasty illness that was like a persistent cold that normal medications wasn't seeming to help with.
So Rham stayed a couple of days to help out the man's wife with the harder things, and he was on his way again. See, the young wind peddler didn't actually like staying in one place to long, not when there was coin to be made. His biggest dream is to settle down with a wife, a home, and have his own store where he sells premade clothes as well as cloth. He could sell his wife's wares. His kids would take on the store when he was too old to remember prices and which cloth came from where. When that happened, he would still come by the store but as an old man who was proud and relaxed with his life.
Either way, Rham had waited several months over what had been agreed upon, but he couldn't be mad. Health always came first. He wasn't going to pressure the man to work himself to death for Rham's sake.
Walking up the winding path to the man's house, he took a steadying breath. Rham was excited and nervous. Jolly was in tow, the big female just lumbering along like she did this all the time, and she did. He had trained Jolly since the day he'd gotten her to pull the cart. The lavender colored quhar snorted a bit as she had to step over a log in the path that wasn't very big. She was a touchy thing, but with a few gentle words and pats, Rham got her over it and they made their way up the hill to the man's house. The cart wasn't in front, so he figured it would end up being in the back.
He tied Jolly off and stroked her muzzle for a few heartbeats, calming himself down before going up those three steps and knocking on the door.
Feelix answered, looking much healthier than last time Rham saw him.
“Rham!” The shorter man greeted, voice sort of booming. He held his hand out for the other and when Rham took it, pulled him in for a hug. “I thought I'd see you today.”
“Well, Feelix,” Rham said, grinning, “I did write and tell you to expect me here today.”
Feelix just laughed and showed him to the back yard. “Guess I shouldn't keep you waiting any longer. Did that enough.”
“Hey, I would have waited. I don't want you dying because I wanted a cart.” Rham patted the old man's shoulder between some of the spiked crystals.
Rham was lead to the back yard where there was a rather large shed. Well, it was bigger than a shed. It was more like a workshop or a barn or something. Just a big building that was very plain on the outside. With a big door slid open, Rham could see the sun streaming in to his cart.
His cart. It was stunning compared to what it used to be. It wasn't perfect, it never would be. Both wheels were replaced, the carvings had been sanded down and repaired and repainted a dark brown with orange accents like Rham had envisioned. The cloth pieces were bright, eye catching, and clearly not your typical wind clothes with the paisley patterns on them.
He turned to Feelix after circling the cart, dragged his fingers over his name carved in it. Rham Carone. It was his. The laugh that came out of the younger man was pure joy. “It's perfect! Like, it's better than anything I actually thought about! How did you do so much?”
“Well, I do have boys who helped. They just have their own lives and can't actually be here all the time.” Feelix nodded sagely at that and crossed his large arms over his round stomach. “So they helped when they could. I can take… a thousand off your price for the delay, though.”
Rham shook his head, looking firm as he pulled out the coin bag specifically for him. “No. Please, take the full price plus the extra I threw in there.” He put the bag in Feelix's hands before grinning. “Really, it doesn't feel like I'm paying you enough as it is!”
After a brief argument of words, Rham walked away after giving Feelix the whole bag. He hooked Jolly up to the cart with Feelix's help, getting instructions on how to do it so he would know himself and then he parted ways.
He was in the little 'driver seat', leading Jolly back down the path, but this time the one for carts and not walking. It was a steady decline at a gentle angle, with nothing in the path. It looked like it had been tended to just today.
Rham's heart was swelling with pride. He had worked so hard for this. This was going to take him to the next level of being a peddler. He was going to be able to have so much more wares since he wouldn't be carrying it on his back in packs anymore.
He couldn't wait to show Sathe. He was really making his dreams come true.
Word count: 1,141
Quote: In which Rham gets his cart to step up his game for peddling. After a setback in health on the seller's side, Rham goes to pick up his cart with Jolly and enjoys a nice talk with the seller, Feelix. He had scrimped and saved to get the cart, managing his money wisely. The cart is a huge investment to his future and the biggest step forward he's taken in his life so far. The biggest investment.
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