I had a crazy man come into the office today (God knows how he got in without being buzzed in. I think someone left the door ajar) and he came right to my office and started to tell me how I should pay him for photos he took, which I could use in my magazine.

He stank of smoke, beer and what I can only assume was drugs, but just don't know enough about to guess. I wanted rid of him, but kind of didn't want to touch him, so I asked to see the photos and he brought them out and threw them on my desk.

They were literally photos cut out of today's newspaper

Still on grainy paper and shit.

I'm like "Yeeeeaaaah…"

Worst part was I gave him a fiver to piss off. He was getting angry and stomping around and it was easier to throw him some change rather than try to call the police and be attacked while doing so. Got to remind everyone to make sure the bloody doors stay shut behind them now. I hate when people just let the door close on its own like that. We've had stuff stolen from our lobby before.


Beta: College Fool

Cover Art: Kegi Springfield

Book 6: Chapter 4


There were eight of us and well over a hundred of them. Not good odds by any means, and although some of them were obviously Labour Caste, they still clung to spears, swords, shields and other weapons, holding them like they knew how to use them. I thought I even saw a Duke in there, someone from the Noble Caste, crouched low with a bow in hand, arrow nocked and string drawn back. All of a sudden, I didn't feel like we were the ones in control.

As the others came out behind and saw what I'd seen, they huddled together, closing ranks and drawing sharp breaths. My eyes remained fixed on the one in charge, Sun, who in turn watched over us with a confident smile, leaning on his staff.

Though he was a Monk like Ren, he didn't seem the same, neither in dress, mannerisms or choice of weapon. Ren was a speed-based fighter, but Sun's muscles were more than just for show. Were there different kinds of Monks? I'd never considered it. A Monk was supposed to be dedicated to a God, or so one would assume, but I knew enough of the legends to say the Gods had abandoned Remnant, which made religion-based Classes iffy at best. Sun certainly didn't look like a devout man.

"Talk to him," Blake hissed. She shot me a look to make it clear who she meant. It might have just been that I was at the front of the party, or maybe she thought because I was taller I'd be more imposing. Either way, I took a cautious step away from the guild and towards Sun.

"Why did you attack us?" I demanded. "We were just trying to rest out the storm and were no threat to you."

"You trespass on forbidden land."

"Who forbids it? You?" I threw one arm wide, indicating the vast desert. "There are no signs of warnings, or if they were we didn't see them in the sand storm. We only came here for shelter, yet you tried to kill us!"

Sun huffed and leaned back. "You would have been taken alive."

It was a tiny concession, more of a platitude – but it was enough. All those lessons from mom on how to sell and drive a price higher came to the fore, one of which being the importance of tempo. I had him on the back foot. As long as I kept pushing, he wouldn't be able to ask me questions I couldn't answer.

"Fat lot of good that did us when your friend here was attacking out camp." I pointed to our hostage, and then to Dew, the Lancer I'd faced. "And she tried to stab me in the face – multiple times. It's a miracle I managed to survive at all." I brought my sword up to point at them, and though the crowd tensed, Sun did not. "So, give me one reason why we should trust a word you say. If you think we're going to let her go when you could still kill us, you've got another thing coming."

"Well I'm hardly about to let you leave with Gwen," Sun said.

"Then it seems we're at an impasse." And since Sun had been the one to bring us there, I felt confident in waiting for him to suggest a solution. That was my big plan at the end of the day. Put the pressure on him and hope to hell he offered to let us go.

"What is it you come to the desert for?"

Answering a question with a question. It wasn't what I wanted, but it was better than an order to kill us. "I told you, we came to escape the sand storm."

"I doubt you came to Vacuo to escape a sand storm in another Kingdom. I'm asking you why you're here in the desert. Not why you are here right now."

"We're looking for something."

Spears rattled and people shifted. It might have been a small thing but with so many doing so in synchrony, it led to a cacophony of noise. I was suddenly aware that everyone was more alert, more prepared for violence. Not the right answer, then.

"Something?" Sun asked.

"Someone," I amended, watching the crowd. They did not lower their weapons, but some relaxed. "There are two criminals we seek from Vale. They came here. It's our job to find them."

"And is it your intent to pillage the desert?"

"No." I kept my face firm, hoping he couldn't see the lie there. We had to bring back a gift, which meant going into a Dungeon. Somehow, I had the feeling that would count as pillaging in their mind. "We're just here to find the other two. But it's possible they're here to look for something. They don't know we're after them, so they're here for their own reasons."

Sun's eyes narrowed and the odd mutter spread through the crowd. They looked uncertain now, or at least angry in another direction. Behind, I heard several relieved sighs as the mood shifted from imminent violence to something still bad, but not quite as much.

It was Sun that worried me, however. His eyes hadn't left mine and I had the feeling he was judging me, or my words, looking for the lies hidden beneath the surface. I forced myself not to look away.

"We do have some proof," I said. "Limited, but it should be proof we're looking for them."

"Oh? You care to share it?"

"Blake has it. The Assassin," I added. She was busy holding the hostage, and it was obvious she couldn't move or do anything without leaving an opening Sun's tribe could take advantage of. We knew that and so did they.

"You have my word we will not harm you as you bring it forth."

"Your word isn't worth very much right now," I pointed out.

Sun laughed, uncrossed his arms and stepped towards me. "Then take me hostage instead."

I stepped back. "What?"

"I won't ask you to release her, nor to trust me. Take us both hostage, but once you have me, your friend can release Gwen, if only for a moment, to bring me this proof of yours."

Not a prisoner exchange, then. Sun was offering himself up as a hostage just so he could verify what I was saying. That was either incredibly ballsy or just a sign of how screwed we were. The Monk's smile gave nothing away, still wide and easy as he came to a stop less than three paces from me, arms held wide out, empty. Blake shrugged when I glanced her way. Weiss considered the offer for a second and nodded.

I took a cautious step forward, prepared in case this was an attempt to overwhelm and take me prisoner. At the last second I darted forward, wrapping an arm around his throat and pulling him back. Sun came easily, co-operating without a second thought, and no one in the crowd batted an eyelid at the sight of their Chieftain being held captive.

They were way too calm for this. What the hell was going on?

"You have me now," Sun said casually. "Will you show the worth of your word?"

"Blake. Pass the captive over to Yang," I said, trusting the Brawler to be strong enough to hold her. Pyrrha would have been, too, but she was just too nice. There was a chance she'd let go if the hostage faked pain, giving her a chance to escape.

There was no such chance from Blake, who jostled Gwen into position and spun her into Yang's arms. She even handed a knife over, and any lack of skill on Yang's part was irrelevant when it came to rest against the unarmoured girl's jugular. The whole exchange only took a few seconds, but I was relieved to see it go off without a hitch. The tribe made no move to attack.

"Bring the scroll over here," I called to her. "Hold it out in front of him so he can see it."

Blake did so without complaint, unfurling it and turning it around so that she could stretch it out, showing the entire map of Vacuo in detail. As expected, the blue dot that marked out presence had returned now that we were outside. It flickered and twisted, drawing a line to the south. It turned a shade of blue-tinted purple.

"Interesting trick," Sun quipped. "But I'm not seeing much proof."

"The map is enchanted," I explained. "There are two parties, one on the north – us – and one on the south, which you can see the line travel to. We're going to go across the whole of Vacuo, using the scroll to locate our targets."

"Or you are going to use it to locate and plunder the ruins."

"If that were true, the scroll would be reacting now." I said. "Wouldn't it?"

It was a guess on my part – a complete shot in the dark. These ruins we'd come to for shelter were part of some old village, town or maybe even a city. It was impossible to tell which. Either way, if they weren't important in some way then Sun wouldn't be here trying to attack us.

And if these ruins were important, then the fact we had no interest in them should hopefully be enough to convince him of what I'd just said. Sun remained silent. I hoped he was thinking through my words, but it was just as possible he was planning how to deal with us.

"These ruins are also on the map," I added, pointing them out. "If we'd come here to plunder them, we'd hardly need a spell of some kind. We'd just follow what the map says."

"I can see that. It is an unusually detailed map."

"But not one that says this area is forbidden. We genuinely had no idea, not that we'd have had much of a choice with the storm coming in. Ideally, we wanted to avoid this area altogether and walk westwards along the coast. It was only the storm that pushed us inland."

"And you claim to be seeking someone?"

"Two people. A Thief known as Roman Torchwick, and an Illusionist called Neo. Both are dangerous. Very dangerous."

"They are," Sun agreed with a fierce growl. "For they killed some of my people."

My grip slackened. He could have escaped but didn't. "You've seen them!?" I asked. Without really thinking about it, I let him go and spun him around so that we were face to face. "When?" I demanded. "Where? We need to find and stop them!"

"Two nights ago. Here. Or close by." Sun worked a hand over his shoulder, cracking his neck as he recovered. "But I'm afraid your information is outdated, stranger. There is not just two of them. There are three – and the third is all the more dangerous. The Paladin."

/-/

The Del'Ashari – or the Wukong, whatever they were called – brought us to a large plain over the next dune, surrounded on all sides by low walls that peaked from the ground, signs of some ancient structure. Their tents were aligned within the boundary of such, closely packed together in a large circle, with the centre hollowed out and set aside for a large fire. Around that, people cooked and sat, all working together to form a single meal that would be shared between well over a hundred mouths.

I could say that now with more certainty, since the tribe had ballooned once we came back with Sun. Half of them had come to apprehend us, but the tribe had its old, young and infirm as well, all of which had remained behind with yet more to protect them. All told, I'd have guessed there were two hundred and fifty or more people here, though only half were capable of fighting.

Though the tension had eased somewhat once Sun declared us guests, there was no hiding the undercurrent of suspicion that ran through the tribal folk as we passed into their encampment. Children watched us with naked curiosity, while older family members tugged them away, turning away from our gaze. It was only Sun who appeared to hold any ease around us, and even then I'd have said it was too much ease. He gestured for us to sit at what must have been his tent and flopped down onto a cushion amidst us, not at all concerned to be surrounded by potential enemies.

He probably didn't need to be given how surrounded we were, but it still irked me somewhat. I couldn't read the guy properly, not that I was any good at that anyway, but Sun seemed particularly difficult to get a grasp on. Was he reckless or playing a long game? Did he trust us, or simply trust his tribe enough to save him should we attack?

"You said you met our targets before," Weiss said, crossing her legs and sitting on a red cushion. The proud Mage didn't look thrilled to have her dress in the sand, but hid her discomfort well.

"We found them in the desert a small ways from here, lost and alone. They told us they had come for business, to visit people in the city of Vacuo, but that they had become lost after their arrival and wandered from their caravan. We offered them shelter and supplies. We offered them hospitality."

Sun cursed loudly and waved one arm in the air. Several people approached - some female, some male and even a child or two. They carried platters between them, along with small clay plates. Sun took one for himself and chose what he wanted from the other food, dates, fruit, some spiced meat I couldn't identify and more. He heaped his plate and gestured for us to do the same. My stomach grumbled at the prospect of a proper meal.

The food smelled good enough and with Sun already picking at his it was unlikely to be poisoned. If he wanted to kill us, it would have been a really complicated way to go about it. When I took the final strip of meat I met the woman's eyes and smiled. "Thank you."

The woman, only a few years older than me, flinched and shied away. Her retreat was just a little too hasty. I doubted it was just me who noticed it. Ruby looked almost hurt at being ignored, while everyone else was either confused or wary.

"Your people don't seem to like us much," Yang said.

"Two nights ago, guests like you stole away in the night, killing some, kidnapping more – and then killing those that they had taken." Sun's eyes were sharp, like chips of ice. "Forgive them if they are wary around you, but it is not without good reason."

"You're not," Ruby pointed out.

"I am the Chieftain. It's my role to always be above such things."

I had the feeling Sun wasn't as above it as he liked to claim, but it would have been rude to point that out. Not like I could blame him, or them, for mistrusting us. It looked like Roman and his ilk had set a bad example.

"You said they kidnapped some people," Ren said. "Who exactly, and why? Where did they take them?"

"To the ruins close to where you slept. We followed as soon as we were able, but only arrived in time to find our people dying in the sand. Some of them were children, one only four years of age. They were piled outside a sealed door, discarded."

"They were trying to get inside?"

"Yes, and once the door did not open, they departed."

"Hm." Ren cupped his chin. "They didn't stay and try to force the door, which means this isn't what they were looking for. But they thought it might be. They weren't sure and had to test it in some way, hence the sacrifices."

"They're looking for something in the desert," I realised. "Or rather, they're looking for a specific ruin… one that has a door that opens when people are sacrificed at it."

Given who it was the Greycloaks sought to summon, it wasn't hard to imagine whose ruin that might be. If Salem really is immortal, it's possible people have been calling on her for hundreds or thousands of years. It's not too hard to imagine someone worshipping her enough to devote a temple to her.

And if there was a civilisation that once knew how to summon her, or worse, how to control her, then that would be something the Greycloaks would be very interested in investigating.

But if so, why start a war in another Kingdom? No one even knew about the Greycloaks until they started acting. If they wanted to search Vacuo in peace, they'd have had plenty of opportunities beforehand.

"That is the conclusion we came to as well," Sun said. "The Del'Ashari are guardians of the tombs and of the deserts. We are keepers. We protect the sacred places so that no one can discover their secrets, and this in turn protects not only Vacuo, but your Kingdoms as well."

"How does that work?" Yang asked.

"Vacuo was once a fertile and rich land. It was powerful, abundant and beautiful. The people that lived here did so in luxury, and their artistic achievements awed the world. Their warriors were strong – immeasurably so – and their people were happy."

Sun picked up some sand from beside him and tipped his hand to the side, letting the tiny granules sift through his fingers. "And then, the world changed. Those people reached too high, grasped for too much power, and the land itself was torn asunder. The grass decayed to sand, and the trees fell to sand as well. All that we knew became dust, and forever after Vacuo has been a barren, desolate land."

"I've read the legends," Ren said.

"To you and to many they are legends. To the Del'Ashari, it is history. History, and a valuable lesson to be remembered. We are born from them," Sun explained. "Though the world has forgotten as centuries pass, we do not, and it is our duty to ensure that what destroyed our people does not do the same again."

"And what destroyed them?" I asked. "What happened?"

"The answers to those questions are buried under the sand," Sun said. "It is where they belong."

"It is what the Greycloaks want," Ren said. "It has to be."

"You said there was a Paladin with them," Weiss hissed. "Was he called Watts?"

"The only name he gave was Arthur. It was all that was cast above him – Arthur, Paladin. He was tall with black hair flecked grey. He wore a moustache and full plate armour, even in the baking heat of the desert."

"It's him," Weiss said. "Watts is here. He might have been here ever since he fled Beacon, which begs the question of why only now Torchwick has been sent to work with him."

"Perhaps Watts was unable to break into the tombs," I said. "Torchwick is a Thief, and a really high level one at that. If you needed something breaking into, he'd be the first person to turn to." I turned to Sun. "Do you know where they might have gone? Do you know of a ruin with a sealed door that can only be opened by blood?"

"Such knowledge is too dangerous to know."

"Please, Sun, we need to find them!"

"You do not understand," Sun said. "I mean that such knowledge would not be known by us because of the danger. Our secrets were buried under the sands, and then those that knew them walked into the dunes so that they might die and take their secrets also to the sand. I don't know how to access the temples. I only know that they must not be."

"The Chieftain doesn't even know?" Nora asked.

"I think you overestimate what a Chieftain is," Sun said, laughing. "I am the Chieftain today, but tomorrow I might not be. It is not a position of power, but responsibility. The strongest holds it, no matter their Class or person. Should anyone grow stronger than me, I will gratefully give it up. The Chieftain is respected, but the tribe can run itself, and we're but a smaller part of the Del'Ashari. We're only a single Sept, the Wukong Sept."

"But it's named after you!" Ruby complained.

"And tomorrow, were you to take over, it would be the Rose Sept."

"That's why you were so willing to be a hostage," Blake sighed. "Because it didn't matter if you were killed at all."

"Hey, it mattered to me," he said, winking toward her.

I refrained from glaring at him. Blake was single. I was single. It was none of my business.

"But yeah, you have the gist of it. I'm no more valuable a hostage than Gwen was, and that means I don't know which Temple they might be headed to. But that's a good thing," he said, leaning forward. "Because it means they don't know where they're headed, either. None of my people who were taken would know, and any answers forced from them would be lies."

"So," Pyrrha said. "Torchwick, Neo and Watts are just going to wander the desert, stopping at every ruin and killing people…"

Sun's smile faded.

Yes. That was very much the possible outcome. If they had a map like ours, and it was doubtful they'd come here without at least that much preparation, then they could cover every ruin in the desert, provided they could find innocent people to kill.

"How many tribes are there?" I asked.

Sun's expression spoke of despair. "Hundreds. Some large, some small, some but caravans of five to ten people. The Great Desert does not support the large settlements you are used to. Most of the population of Vacuo migrates as we do."

Which meant they'd have a steady supply of victims to pull from, and no one would notice if these small tribes went missing. Even worse, those three monsters would resupply each time, worming their way into the affections of their victims, breaking bread with them, and then slaughtering them straight after.

/-/

Much like we planned to, it turned out that Sun's tribe slept through the hottest parts of the day. When we were roused by the sounds of children playing and people moving about, it was closer to four in the afternoon and still bright. The sun wouldn't go down for another three or four hours, but the air was cooler, enough so that it didn't sap the energy straight out of me.

A quick check told me Crocea Mors was where I left her, sheathed and laid next to my sleeping roll in case something went wrong in the night or the tribe turned hostile. It hadn't, fortunately. Sun had called the meeting off soon after our talks the night before and explained that he needed to speak with several people in his tribe, after which he might have some assistance he could provide us.

No telling what that was of course, but at this point our run-in with the Wukong Sept had proven a more fortuitous event than we'd first realised. Or it had once we'd decided we weren't going to start killing one another. We now knew where our quarries had been, and how far ahead of them we were – a mere two days.

The problem was Watts, of course. With how much we'd grown I felt confident in saying we could handle Torchwick, and I didn't think Neo was all that much a higher level, just dangerous thanks to her illusions. But Watts had torn our entire guild a new one the last time we'd fought, and though Blake managed to take out one of his eyes in a lucky attack, no one could claim we'd actually been winning that fight. Miss Goodwitch had saved us and forced him away.

And last time I checked, the teachers at Beacon had to be something like Level Sixty or more. Quantity might be quality in some regards, but that doesn't hold with levels. A single level twenty can hold off four or five level tens, even if they add up to more collectively.

Watts was a healer, too, which meant we'd either have to outrace his healing, or outpace his magical reserves. Neither of which felt like it was going to happen anytime soon.

But if Cinder reinforced us…

That was a long shot. It would depend entirely on whether the map picked Torchwick up, how far it was away from her and how long it would take them to reach us. If I wanted to rely on her saving our hides again, it would take a whole lot of convenient factors. Simply put, it wasn't happening.

I caught Ruby outside my tent, hers being next door. She was wielding her scythe and spinning it nimbly. Not training, not unless she wanted to become a windmill, but just wasting time and loosening her joints.

"Hey," I said, alerting her to my presence lest she panic and cut me to ribbons.

"Morning," she returned, not stopping. "Or evening," she amended. "You think when we get back to Vale, we'll all be nocturnal?"

"Not if Miss Goodwitch has anything to say about it."

Ruby giggled. "She'd drag us to lessons even if we were unconscious." The Reaper brought her scythe to an eventual halt and drew in a deep breath. "Ah, that felt good."

"It did?"

"Hm." Ruby nodded and brought her weapon behind her. "For some reason I've been feeling better when I hold Crescent Rose recently."

"How so?"

"I don't know. It's like I feel more alive. I have a lot more energy, too."

Energy? Stamina? She was talking about Constitution – the exact Rune I'd placed on her weapon not three weeks ago. Could she actually feel it? No way, that was impossible. You couldn't see what Stat benefit a piece of equipment gave you; you could only feel it, and my Rune would have only given her four, an absolutely negligible increase on what she already had. No one else had noticed.

"Maybe it's all the fighting we've been through," I said. "I've gained a few levels myself. Maybe you just levelled up a bit."

"Maybe," she said doubtfully. Her eyes suddenly lit up. "Hey, what level are you now?"

I raised a brow at the rather random question. "Isn't that one of those private questions you're not supposed to ask? I'm sure you almost turned into a tomato when I asked you what your Constitution was that one time."

"That was ages ago," Ruby groaned, putting added emphasis on what was to be fair more than a year back. "Besides, we barely knew one another back then. I still didn't know if we were going to be good friends or not. It's different now."

"I guess it is."

Back then, Pyrrha had explained to me that people kept levels hidden because it was giving away private and personal information, and that said information could tell someone a lot about you, especially your strength compared to theirs. I could see why that might be a problem between strangers or potential competitors, but Ruby, or anyone else in the Guild? It wasn't like they were going to use it against me.

"Come on, I'm just curious," Ruby pled, mistaking my silence for a refusal. "I'll go first. I'm level Thirty-one. There!"

Thirty-one?

"I'm thirty-three."

Ruby's eyes widened. "What!?"

"Sorry," I said, grinning. My smile only grew when Ruby grumbled something under her breath and kicked the dirt. It was obvious she'd expected to win.

And I'd expected her to be far ahead of me, too. Ruby was a Reaper, an actual Hero Class, and way better in fighting than me so long as she had a scythe. She could – and had – cut down Grimm far greater than I could handle. She also continued to kick my ass in spars, with only the amount of time it took her and how tired she was at the end growing as I did.

Levels weren't everything of course, there was Stat Distribution, Skills and more to factor in, as well as some Classes just being weak to others, but even then, I'd expected Ruby to grow at the same rate as me.

"What level were you when you started Beacon?" I asked.

"I was sixteen!" she whined.

I'd been Level Twelve.

Something was wrong here. Ruby and I had fought together in almost all of our big fights. Sure, there'd been individual farming sessions where we'd done things differently. There had been the farming session with Coco that one time, and a couple of times Blake and I went out, but there were just as many occasions where Ruby went farming with Yang, or Weiss, or even Blake herself. For every occasion where I went to kill Grimm on my own, Ruby had done one of her own.

And yet I'd gained twenty-one levels since I joined Beacon, and Ruby had only gained fifteen. Six whole levels was a huge discrepancy, even if they only showed as a two-level difference now. It couldn't be explained away by my farming with Coco. It was useful, but not six levels useful.

I'd killed the Mage and Roux…

But then again, Ruby had been up and about killing Grimm at the same time. Neither of us had been involved in the fight against Tyrian, so no Exp gained there. We'd fought Merlot together and the Ursa in the first dungeon and everything else since then.

Any chance for me to ask more was stolen away as a disturbance reached our small camp, a murmur of voices and a blond figure with a distinctive absence of any clothing above the waist. I tapped Ruby's shoulder and nudged her towards the tents.

"Wake everyone up. I doubt it's anything bad but…"

"Better safe than sorry," she whispered, zipping away.

I met Sun half way to our tents, the better to buy Ruby time. He had his staff with him and the four girls who had attacked us before behind, but his smile was warm and his posture relaxed. It could change in an instant, but for now I couldn't imagine him coming to kill us.

"A new day dawns," he proclaimed. "The tribe will move soon. It's bad luck to stay in one place for too long. The sands are ever-shifting. So must we be."

Having no idea how I was meant to respond to that, I shrugged. "I guess?"

"Has your map produced any more information on those you hunt?"

"None since before we went to bed. It's purple, which means we're getting closer. Blue means nothing and red means we're very close."

"Then I'll hope it turns red. The sands certainly have wherever they pass."

I had the strangest feeling Sun carried some guilt for what happened, and despite any mistrust between us I placed a hand on his shoulder. "You couldn't have done anything about it, Sun. Torchwick's Passive lets him influence people. Even if you'd been on guard, you wouldn't have known what he was doing until it was too late."

Just like everyone else out there wouldn't realise. Their doubts would be washed away by the charismatic stranger whose words seemed so very trustworthy, and whose face could change on the whim of his Illusionist companion. They were the perfect duo when it came to murder.

"What did you come over to tell us, anyway?" I asked. The others were up now and gathering around us.

"I've spoken to many in the tribe and we've come to the conclusion that these individuals must be stopped by whatever means," Sun declared. "Not just for the crimes they have committed against us, but for the threat they pose should they discover the secrets that buried our once beautiful Kingdom. I fear they might try to bring these back to your land."

"As such, I am no longer Chieftain of the Sept," Sun said. "This is now the Violette Sept of the Del'Ashari, with Nebula as the new Chieftain." He nodded to the tanned girl with purple hair, who returned it with a weak smile. She didn't look thrilled to be nominated.

"Why?" Blake asked.

Sun winked toward her and flashed a roguish smile.

"Because I am coming with you, of course."

Of course he was…

Damn it.


So, there are things. Level discrepancies, ancient civilisations, a new team member and some lore and legends behind the world of Remnant. Oh, and Watts. I'm sure we all missed him and his moustache.

Stupid Port wannabe.


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