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 Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 12:47 pm
N'mol
Apparently N'mol's unwillingness to leave Kindra's side didn't extend to her sensibilities. Something clearly caught her attention, and N'mol watched as she essentially gave him permission to look at the boots (which he would have done anyway) and then left him to go off on her own. He shook his head and gave a soft sigh as he watched her go off before he turned back to the booth owner and thanked them.
With a half-smile on his face, he moved over to the leatherworker's stall, smiling amiably and greeting the man. As he perused the wares, N'mol struck up a conversation with the Crafter, hoping to learn more about where he was from and what he knew of the recent rebellion and the general views of those outside of the Weyr.
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Riarna - Trine Weyr Weavers Booth
When the darker girl stepped up to the booth, her eyes glued to the dress without any concern for the other goods on the table, Riarna immediately rose from her chair. Having been at Benden for as long as she was, Riarna easily recognized the remaining Junior Weyrwoman, Kindra of Gold Suunath. It was inevitable that she would have passed by at some point today-- no one would miss this Gather, and a Weyrwoman would make herself prevalent at any gathering so people noticed she was 'mingling.' And this Goldrider, as Riarna recalled, was the type to be showy rather than friendly. The most stuck-up kind of Goldrider and the one least liked by her Weyr's riders.
Still, she was a Goldrider, and Goldriders tended to have some spare marks lying around. Beyond that, Riarna thought she recalled someone saying Kindra was a Lord Holder's daughter. She might be out of the running for being a Lady Holder now, but that didn't mean her parents had cut her off entirely. Marks and family wealth meant repeat customers, so when Kindra made a clear attempt to coerce Riarna into lowering the price, Riarna put on her soft vendor's smile and stepped fully up to the booth.
"I know who you are, junior weyrwoman," Riarna commented. "I'm from Benden myself. For you, I'd be willing to lower the price to 1 and 8/16th marks." It was a steep cut for the first round of haggling, but it was "The dress is my own handicraft and I can promise it is of the best material and quality. You shouldn't have to do much of anything to it, unless you wanted to add embroidery to the hem." Riarna paused and then offered with some modesty, "And as embroidery is one of my particular areas of talent, I would be willing to do it for you for an additional cost."
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Spicy Dizaster rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 12:58 pm
Z'ferZ'fer got up off the woman smith and extended a hand down to help her up should she accept it. "Good match friend. You fight well!" Hopefully she wasn't a sore loser, he'd actually formed a good opinion of her and he'd hate to have it spoiled. "If I win I'll treat you to a beer." The call for the next match came too soon. He'd hopes for a small respite before having to go back into the ring but it seemed that was not to be. Parting from Siata with a wave, Z'fer turned to see who his opponent was. Z'fer couldn't tell if he was disappointed or relieved to see the young man standing there. A quick glance told him Hekate hadn't even stuck around to watch. Had she been injured? The thought filled him with a sudden inexplicable rage which he stamped down quickly. That was a strange reaction... she'd probably just gone off to sulk. She really shouldn't have been wrestling anyways. It wasn't a sport for pretty little things like her. Z'fer returned his thoughts to the match at hand. His opponent was about the same height as his previous, similar build too from what he could tell. The one advantage he could see right off was the eyepatch. That meant Carltis had a blind side that Z'fer was of course going to take advantage of. Once again Z'fer kept his posture casual. "Ready." Z'fer shot forward, using a similar move to the one Siata had tried on him. His shoulder lowered and his arms outstretched, hoping to catch Carltis off guard and toss him to the ground. (4+ 2 modifiers = 6)
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Rhiannon Chandra rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 1:41 pm
Kala
Kala was in incredibly good spirits, even more so than usual. She had let Tal convince her to eat pastries instead of getting a real breakfast at the mess hall, and even though they were a bit later than some of the early-comers, they were in plenty of time to watch the wrestling. Tal actually sat with her through two rounds, shouting out at the competitors in the ring, before he pulled her forcefully away from the ring. Kala could have resisted, but didn't. He took her to the booths and she shook her head at him.
"Tal, I didn't want to miss the final round. That's when we'll found out who wins."
Of course, she knew Talakor was selfish when he felt like it, and she usually put a stop to that sort of thing, but this was a Gather. Kala loved Gathers and had she more Marks, her evening would be accented with a plenty of wine to loosen her spirit. However, it seemed dancing alone would have to do for today. Besides, although she knew Talakor was doing this for himself, it made some sense to her. The wrestling was keeping some of the people busy and when they were released Kala knew the booths would be flooded. It made sense to go now while the crowd was split, rather than trying to fight through them and potentially having to get into a bidding war with someone if you really wanted something. Kala didn't expect to have to do that, of course. If someone wanted an item badly enough to compete with her, they probably wanted it more than she did anyway. No item was ever important enough for her to create bad blood with someone over it.
Of course, she was then proven somewhat wrong. Set amidst the booths was a Trader's wagon. All sorts of odds and ends filled the back and it had already amassed a small crowd of its own. Kala saw stuffed toys that looked like firelizards being held in many a hand and she smiled. They were certainly cute, but she had her own firelizard to keep her company now, not that she had ever looked for one. It had been Tal's one unselfish move to not take her up on her offer for him to take both of the flit eggs, but she was glad. Headwind, her Green, suited her well.
It wasn't the dolls that gave her a reason to reconsider her beliefs, however. Set among various mixed-craft items was a wooden hand-held mirror crafted with an ocean and dolphin theme. Kala reached out and lifted it, turning it this way and that to admire the skill and beauty of the piece. There was no price on it, but Kala knew something that fine had to be Journeyman-made at least and, as such, would be expensive. She set it back down, but her attention stayed on it even as she tried to look through the other items the Trader had to offer.
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Talakor
Talakor had convinced Kala that pastries were a must, even though he'd already stolen a few from the basket he had helped a woman carry from the Trine kitchens to the tables. Kala had refused to share one with him, so he'd ended up with both to himself, but that suited him fine. They spent the first part of the morning eating the food they weren't supposed to and watching the first couple of rounds of wrestling before Tal pulled Kala away and forced her to go through the vendors with him.
"We can hear the final announcement from here," he pointed out when she questioned it, lifting a belt from the leathercrafter's stall and checking the price idly. "We aren't that far off."
It wasn't until they stumbled onto the busy Trader wagon that Kala seemed to forget Tal's brash redirection of her attention. Her clear hesitancy over asking about the mirror reached Tal, who felt for his friend (an apprentice with few Marks, much as Tal himself was).
"That's a fine bit of work. Hey, how much for this mirror?" he asked the man nearby who appeared to own the wagon, tapping the dolphin-shaped handle to indicate which one he meant. He could almost feel Kala looking up, knowing her expression would be caught between surprise and hope.
((Roll is for Talakor.))
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 1:54 pm
Trader NPC
The brightly dressed woman had been keeping a sharp eye on those approaching her wagon. The almighty profit was worth more than friendship today. As the two apprentices picked over her wares she stood from her seat and gave a not so warm smile. "You have a good eye. That's the finest mirror we've ever had. The carving is masterful and the reflection has almost no distortion. See for yourself how well made this is. Why anywhere else this would go for 3 Marks at least. Here though..." She gave a shrug and a sly grin. Her unspoken comment about the state of the weyr hanging obviously from her lips. "I'll knock the price down to one mark."
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 2:04 pm
Talakor
A Mark was a good price. Talakor gave the woman a skeptical look, firing back at her almost immediately. He was going to buy this mirror for Kala one way or another, but the lower he could go the better. Besides, how often did a dolphineer apprentice get to haggle?
"3 Marks? It's nice, but I doubt it's worth that." Tal did lift it and check out his reflection, brushing some hair away from his forehead. "A Mark.. well. I'd maybe go half a Mark, or a 16th above that. You can see we're apprentices." He shrugged, purposely lifting his shoulder knots. "A full Mark for a mirror this size is too much for us, even if we weren't refugees already. Half a mark."
He met the woman's eyes keenly, giving her an equally cool smile and raising his eyebrows at her.
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Kala
She almost took the offer on the spot. It was only Talakor and the fact that he had clearly decided to manage the haggling that stopped her. She waited as he had his fun, trying to keep her expression clear so she wouldn't interfere with the sway he had in the argument. She knew as well as any that vendors-- especially Traders-- had sharp eyes and would take any motion on her part as a sign that she was willing to pay a higher price.
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Mortane rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 2:55 pm
At the sound of the man bellowing out numbers for a second time Hekate was unsurprised to hear Z'fer's number among them as she half turned ears pin pricked. "You keep shopping I'm going to check the last match. I'll be right back." Hekate replied patting Dizzian's shoulder with a smile, pausing midstep though she turned back sighting the sky and lifting her wrist as Lady the vicious little green alighted on it. "Stay with Dizzian." She urged the green needing little urging to flit over and promptly begin fussing over the little green Freak. They do have their uses despite the fuss they put up. Devith rumbled as he gently nosed his sisters uninjured neck and took off as the two prowled through the crowds. "Oh you know you like them." Hekate gently teased her lifemate scratching his eyeridges even as Prince leaned over to thrum happily at the silver dragon. They adore me. I should be adored so in turn I tolerate them. Devith rumbled a touch of humor in the silver's usually dark predatory tone. The fact Mine is clever in using them pleases me. How does that harness work~ Mine? Devith suddenly questioned as not far from where they'd left Dizzian and Courath Hekate froze stock still in her tracks her amber gold eyes gone wide and for just a moment a touch of sorrow and homesickness filled the link between them as Devith pressed against her side. Mine? What is it? The silver questioned looking this way and that before following his rider's gaze to where a trader cart had pulled up or more specifically to the feline hide draped beside some of the wares. "I'm all right Devith. I'm all right." Hekate assured him, but they both knew it was a lie as the two strode up to the cart skirting around a pair of apprentices as they did so. Reaching out with gentle fingers she stroked the coat, the top guard hairs thick and smooth growing silky as her fingers sunk in with the slightest pressure. Despite the still latent smell of tanning chemicals the hide had not lost all it's natural smell and the rich almost sweet scent of the deep jungle still clung to the fur and smell more divine then any perfume to the young rider. It smelled of home. It took more self control then Hekate was proud of not to just bury her face in the smooth fluffy expanse as she glanced to were one trader woman was talking to a the apprentices over a mirror. We should go. Hekate finally sighed mentally to her dragon even as Devith leaned against her side sniffing at the pelt and glancing between it and the longing in his riders eyes. You want it. We should get it Mine. Devith rumbled to her disliking his rider's conflict over such an item. Even at half price a piece like this would still be a full two mark. While what we have certainly isn't anything to turn ones nose up at I doubt we have enough to purchase this. Hekate explained with a wince turning to stroke Devith's head knobs. The flits had needed the oil more and the brushes were a good investment along with the harness. These were simple things, practical things. . .but they weren't the things she wanted so much it hurt to look away. Breaking eye contact with the pelt lest she be further tempted she smiled down at Devith and even stroked Prince and Baron's little heads as the brown and silver tried to console her. She had what she needed right here, she reminded herself. Marks
Originally: 3
Spent: 1 1/4
Current: 1 1/4
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Spicy Dizaster rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 4:34 pm
((Roll for Dizzian))
NPC Traders
"Tch!" The Trader woman picked at her teeth, narrowed eyes darting over to Kala and back to Talakor. "Rank doesn't matter to me. Just Marks. That mirror is worth at least 2 and you should be happy I'm letting it go for 3/4 of a Mark. Pure robbery as it is. "
Her partner sat behind her, not saying anything but watching his side of the wagon while he whittled a block of wood. The red headed weyrling who approached received a touch friendlier smile than his partner tended to give. "From the deepest of Southerns jungles that pelt came. The hunter who slew the beast did an excellent job, you'll notice there's no arrow holes or knife tears. It's hard to even consider letting it go...but for the sight of one as lovely as you I would take 3 marks."
Dizzian
"Alright. I won't go far." She watched as Freak nuzzled into her mother, returning the caresses and groomings with equal enthusiasm.
Dizzian didn't want to let her friend go back alone... but she was already gone and Courath was nudging her in the opposite direction ~There is something you might like over here. ~ The green's eyes whirled mischievously as she nudged her rider directly to the weavers stall. She may not remember it exactly but she knew that Hers had had a lot of fabrics, yarns, and clothes that she'd given away.
Dizzian stroked Courath's eye ridges, smiling at the others around the Weavers stall and delighting in the fact that Courath knew her so well. She caught sight of the purple dress the gold rider was haggling for and turned away with envy... She would have loved something like that. Still, there were plenty of other things to delight her. Such as the bolts of fabric. She could always make her own dress...Her work wouldn't be as nice as the one on display but she generally made all of her own clothes anyways. And if she was frugal, there'd be material to spare. She knew that even before she'd bought her books she wouldn't have had enough for the silk...and it was rather impractical for their current lifestyle anyways, so she turned to the linen.
"How much for the dark blue linen?" She asked with a shy smile and big eyes.
Marks
Had: 3
Spent: 1 1/4
Have: 1 3/4
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 4:50 pm
Hekate looked up at the man and gave him a softer smile then she normally would offer someone she didn't know. "I can tell. It's a lovely piece. Clearly from it's richer color a deep jungle cat." Hekate replied her fingers still gently stroking the pelt, but she knew her pockets were a bit too light to purchase the large pelt. At his compliment though she chuckled delighted. "I might take you up on that offer, but later. For now I need to go see how my friends doing in his match." She added and reluctantly gave the pelt one last gentle caress before nodding respectfully to the trader and resting a hand on Devith's neck turned and trotted back towards her original destination.
Perhaps we can win one of the other games Mine and then return and get the soft furred pelt for you. Devith offered crooning gently in his rider's mind. His deserved nice things. They were the best after all.
Using his bulk to help him and his shift through the crowd they managed to force their way up to the front just in time for Hekate to see Z'fer send a powerful strike right at his opponent.
While the man looked to be a bit on the tired side it seemed like the bronzerider had caught his second wind and the crowd around her cheered. "Go get him Z'fer!" Hekate called out adding her own voice to the crowd as she cheered him on. Even Devith caught up in his rider's glee at a good match let out a bugle eyes whirling at the match of muscle and sport.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 7:16 pm
Talakor
Tal paused, squinting at the woman slightly, then nodded as if to himself and fished out a quarter-mark and a half-mark to make up the price, hearing Kala already protesting behind him.
"Kala." He turned and looked at her, then reached out to push away the hand holding the marks. "Let it go."
"Now, Tal--" Kala began in her affectionate 'I am instructing you in how things are going to go' voice.
"Hey. Consider it a birthday present, all right?"
Before Kala could get to it first, Tal turned the marks over to the female Trader and gave her a sly grin of his own.
"I don't suppose you have wrapping for this?" he asked, jutting his thumb back at the mirror.
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Kala
She had seen it coming. Even with Talakor wrapped up in the haggling with the shrewd Trader he was talking to, Kala saw where the conversation was going and immediately began fishing out the marks to pay for it. Of course, even with them in hand, she didn't get the chance before Tal had taken out money of his own. Kala wasn't in the business of being rude, so she couldn't push past him, but she could and did protest.
Tal's reply after her second attempt silenced her. She didn't want to embarrass him in front of the Traders after he'd done her such a good turn at lowering the price a full quarter of what the Trader was asking (and that so much less than the mirror was worth, in Kala's opinion). His joking inquiry to the Trader cemented that the conversation was over for the moment, and she looked down and gently lifted the mirror, fingers smoothing over the rippled back design.
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Riarna - Trine Weyr Weaver Booth
As Kindra debated Riarna's offer of embroidery, she heard another voice speak up. She glanced behind her and saw the other Journeywoman setting aside her lap loom to take care of it, but waved her off.
"The blue linen? That's usually a few Marks, but it's 1 3/4 Marks for a full bolt today." She smiled even as she sized Dizzian up. Sweet, but vapid if she thought that showing her naivete would help her at the booths and probably petty beneath it all. Still, she seemed sweet, and if she was buying cloth she might know what to do with it, though she couldn't have been more than an apprentice if she was a Weyrling rider now. "Much less than it might go for up North, too. If you're looking to buy cloth, it's good quality and a fair price, too."
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 9:13 pm
NPC Traders
The trader woman collected the marks, checking their hall marks before tucking them away in her purse. She eyed him darkly. He'd just underpaid and then he wants something to wrap it in?! Her mouth opened but before she could say something rude her partner stood up and interrupted her. "I've got a bit of cloth you two can use. Let me dig it out." The daggers flying from his partners eyes made no effect on the man as he bent over and dug through their supplies.
A few moments later he surfaced and handed a soft if plain square of material to Kala. "There you go. That should keep it safe till you get it stowed away."
Dizzian
Dizzian bit her lip...that would be the last of her money...and there were other things that had caught her eye...She did just give away most of her spare clothes though. Then again that meant she still had plenty for herself. Did she really need to make more? There was an awkard moment of silence from the girl as she struggled with herself. ~ Courath? ~
~ If it's taking you this long to convince yourself to say yes then say no. ~
"I'm...sorry I think I'll have to pass today..." She grimaced, not entirely happy with her decision but it had been made. "I'm sorry for wasting your time." Embarrassed she turned and retreated quickly from the stall, cursing the fact that she didn't at least stop and look for some yarn. Her ears burned as she and Courath turned in the general direction of the wrestling rings.
~ Keep your eyes open, you'll find something you want more and be able to buy it now. ~ Courath didn't let Dizzian's embarrassment get to her, she knew there was nothing wrong and that Dizzian wasn't as upset as she looked.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 4:45 am
Kala
Kala beamed at the man while Tal gave the woman a wary look. "Thank you so much." She carefully laid the mirror in the cloth and wrapped it around. "It's beautiful work. I'll be sure to send more people by here to look at your goods."
She smiled at the woman and slapped Tal on the back once. "Thank you very much. Come on, Tal. Stop bothering her and let her get on with her business."
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Talakor
Talakor eyed the woman when it looked like she was going to explode at his cheeky question. Pfft. Clearly she was too uptight to handle any real haggling. He watched her warily as her partner found and offered the protective cloth to Kala.
Kala's instructions were followed, as usual. Most people, even Tal, didn't argue much with Kala when she said things (even though she didn't realize she was directing others). He tossed a wave at the Traders and turned to follow Kala as she made her way back down the row of stalls.
"I know your birthday isn't for months. Consider it really early," Tal suggested and smiled at the grin he got from his best friend.
Marks Remaining: 1 1/4
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Revel1984 rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 11:14 am
If Kindra was surprised that the Weaver knew who she was, she didn't show it. The fact she was also from Benden made Kindra wince inwardly though. She was about to say something in regards to the woman's offer of embroidery when a weyrling rider showed up, she glanced at the fabric the girl fingered a little. She heard the indecision in the girl's voice and almost offered to help the girl pay for it but she turned and walked off rather quickly, Kindra shrugged and turned back to the dress and Riarna "If you can add embroidery.... i'll pay a full 1 and 1/2 marks for the dress, as well as including my recommendations and possible commissions at a later date" she said then paused "How much for the red shirt?" she asked, thinking it would look good on N'mol, and hopefully he wasn't looking or listening right now.
(rolling for the red linen shirt)
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 12:57 pm
[Carltis]
He hadn't been ready for that. Unable to dodge in time Carltis dug his feet into the sand and tried to stand against the blow, but when the bronze rider's shoulder slammed into him he stumbled backwards. On the edge of the ring he flailed, trying to keep his balance, but after a precarious moment he fell flat.
Thankfully there were no unforgiving rocks around - somebody had, presumably - made sure of that - and some after lying winded and swearing for a few moments he was able to get back to his feet and dust himself off none the worse of wear.... Ow. Other than where the shoulder had struck his chest. .
"You're not bad," Carltis commented to Z'fer as he walked back into the ring, grinning with a kind of savage satisfaction. "Ready to go again?" Waiting for the bronze rider to be prepared - winning would be no fun if he cheated - Carltis made a charge of his own, aiming to grab the taller man around his waist and shove him backwards. As he moved he considered distantly that fighting was a shaff of a lot easier when you were allowed to punch people but, on the other hand, he was a bit sick of real violence at the moment.
((2 + 2 = 4))
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 12:59 pm
TawnyAngel [Carltis] ((Would help if I rolled. XD 2 + 2 = 4))
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Spicy Dizaster rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 1:54 pm
Z'fer
That was easier than he'd expected. The smith had been a good challenge. Z'fer hoped this man would do the same. He backed up to the center of the ring as Carltis got to his feet. He heard his name called and glanced away from his opponent. Ah! Hekate had come back to watch him! He lifted his hand in a salute, acknowledging their support. He didn't take the time to see if Narisa was still watching as Carltis was now back in the ring and squaring off with him.
"Don't know if I can say the same for you. Bring it." He grinned almost savagely. With multiple women watching now he was determined to end this quickly. Hekate would surely be pleased to see her own opponent beaten. His mind drifted to what Narisa might think... she'd seemed flattered enough by his attention but he didn't know the Trine Goldrider that well yet.
He'd begun to step to Carltis's blind side, expecting him to wait for Z'fer to make the first move again. He didn't expect the sudden charge and was winded by the blow to his gut. He went limp and couldn't stop himself from being slammed into the ground by the young man. A stray thought slipped through his mind as he blinked stars from his eyes. Grappling was a lot easier on the body than this...
(( 1+2 modifiers = 3))
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