[Alliance] Chapter Four: Session Seven

Appearing Characters: Alleria Windrunner, Aramar Thorne, Astalor Bloodsworn, Asya, Broll Bearmantle, Bwonsamdi, Elissa Cross, Ik'nal, Kael'thas Sunstrider, Kel'Thuzad, Linore Windrunner, Raava, Rai, Rak, Remnii, Riff, Ruya, Samaara, Seria, Syeori Sunwalker, Tae'shara Sunwatcher, Tansu, Tauna Skychaser, Tol'vas Moonshadow, Tylana Windrunner, Uther Menethil, Velameestra Windrunner, Wulf

May 30th

Seria had just finished stumbling her way into the jungle troll embassy, and she, Rai, and Raava go to seek out the embassy of the dark trolls. Before long, they find another door. This one is a bit larger than the others.

Almost immediately, Seria sees a familiar face: the hulking, gigantic frame of the dark troll named Rak. He is carrying a large carving of wood littered with carvings and trinkets. He has a few more trophies and embellishments on him. He is squatted against a wall, whittling something small.

Rai pats Seria on the shoulder.

Seria gives Rai a look.

However, Seria starts to approach. Rak glances down at her--even while squatting.

Seria shakes her head.

She pulls out a small fox totem from her bag. The one he had carved for her many years ago. She holds it out, and Rak squints, getting real close to the totem. He reaches out with his big fingers and take the totem, and then Rak’s eyes go up to Seria.

He smiles, and then laughs.

Seria smiles.

Rak reaches out with his other big hand and ruffles her hair.

Seria gets quiet, but then smiles.

Rak looks over and sees Rai and Raava. He lifts a big hand to wave at them.

Rak stands up to his full 12 foot height and lumbers his way deeper into the embassy. Seria and the other follow after him.

Rak gets a dumb grin, chuckles, and shrugs down to the smaller trolls. A few moments later, a female dark troll enters.

She looks down at the trio.

Ik’nal shrugs in agreement and then reaches a hand out to Seria.

Ik’nal beams.

Ik’nal gives Seria a solid pat on the shoulder.

Rak scratches the back of his head.

Rai waves.

Seria looks confused. Ik’nal squints and then looks at Rak.

Ik’nal crosses her arms and then laughs.

She elbows Seria. Raava giggles and blushes. Rai turns bright red. Rak also blushes.

Ik’nal drags them to a bar. The trolls there all greet her, and Ik’nal grabs Seria’s hand and raises it up.

She winks at Seria, knowing it’s not her name day. Everyone cheers, and of course, Seria gets some drinks dropped in front of her. Some are definitely alcoholic, and Ik’nal finishes any that Seria doesn’t finish. Raava drinks a bit more than she should.

Rai leans over to Seria.

The more drunk Raava gets, the more she is hanging all over her tiny boyfriend. Before long, the sun had started to set.

There are some laughs, and Ik’nal starts to pull out some gold bars, but someone else immediately jumps to pay it and she only half-fights the offer.

Rak had showed Seria a small runic zandali script engraved on the inside of his tusk: Ik’nal’s name, while Rak’s was engraved on Ik’nal’s tusk. Rak seems happy.

Rak puts his hand on Seria’s head again.

Seria smiles up at him, and Rak smiles down at her as well.

Rak and Ik’nal head off back to the embassy. Raava is half-leaning on Rai.

Rai casts lesser restoration on Raava and crashes her buzz.

They lead Seria to a nice bazaar section of town, near a market. They go to a place called the Hot House. It’s a joint hot spring, spa, and inn. Raava speaks with the innkeeper and then turns back to Seria.

Seria nods, somewhat flabbergasted, and then thanks Raava.

She leans down and gives Rai a kiss on his cheek before waving them off. Rai blushes before turning to Seria.

Seria looks a bit unsure about everything, and Rai cocks his head, a bit concerned.

Seria takes a second to process.

Rai blushes.

Seria punches him in the arm.

Seria is mostly joking. Maybe.

Rai laughs it off.

Seria nods.

He smiles.

Rai looks like he wants to give her a hug, and Seria relents.

Rai lets Seria go with a wave, and then heads off into the streets. The zandalari innkeeper clears her throat behind her and informs her that her room is ready.

The suite is a beautiful, massive room. In the very center is a plush-looking hammock and a bed. There is a balcony overlooking the trees and jungles, and she can some of the wild birds of paradise flying by. There is also a massive pool that has steaming water in it. The water is crystal clear and blue.

The innkeeper leaves the (very overwhelmed) Seria alone.

After a bit, Seria opts to take a dip in the hot spring. There are exotic, sweet smelling soaps and oils and it’s just incredibly and insanely comfortable.

After a while, Seria passes out in bed--exhausted from the extreme amount of overstimulation.

However, in the middle of the night, she hears something.

Seria’s eyes open and she is standing on a glowing, eerie, bluish circle with Zandali ruins that almost look like a death mask. As she looks around, she sees a strange place. There are vibrant, bright colors assaulting her vision. She appears to be in a swirling space, massive troll ruins and monuments rising into the air.

She is in a strange place with no ground and no sky, ruins drifting in space. Seria feels her heartbeat keenly.

Seria is looking around, trying to find the voice. She sees nothing. But then suddenly she feels breath on her neck, and one after another on her shoulders, bony fingers curl into a grip. She spins and sees a tall, gaunt troll hovering above the stone. His face is obscured by the front plate of a troll’s skull, whitish blue fire burning in his eyes.

A feather, like from her raven form, gets caught in his bony fingers.

He sticks it back in here hair.

He disappears, and then reappears floating behind her.

He is kicking his feet, looking at her. Seria is silent.

He winks.

He disappears and reappears again with a chuckles.

Bwonsamdi grins.

Bwonsamdi’s eyes seem to burn a bit brighter.

Seria’s neutral expression falters, and Bwonsamdi floats closer.

He holds his hand out to her.

Seria knows he is the patron loa of the Darkspear tribe, and that while he is a trickster, he doesn’t go back on his word. As far as his intentions, he seems to be genuine, and genuinely, something went wrong when Zalazane came back. He seems to be rather plain in what he wants, and what he can offer. He doesn’t seem to be trying to deceive her. He is definitely not saying everything, but that’s to be expected.

He moves his hand slightly closer.

Seria considers for a moment.

They shake hands. As they do, Seria sees a ripple of translucent, whitish blue energy wash from Bwonsamdi and over her. She feels her breath hitch, and she watches as, on the inside of her arm, she sees a mark start to show up, and then go down her body and her legs.

She sees a translucent, shimmering, skeletal tattoo appear across her body. She feels a connection that wasn’t there before. Not too dissimilar to the connection she felt with Gonk, but this one is a bit more… chilling.

Bwonsamdi waves, and she feels unconsciousness coming back. But then, she’s in another dream. She sees Remnii in a strange, crystalline room.

Remnii smiles.

Remnii nods, noting that Seria looks a bit unsure.

Remnii earnestly smiles and her tail flicks before the dream starts to dissipate. The last sound that leaves Seria’s mind is the sound of windchimes.

When Seria awakes the next day, she definitely still has the tattoos.

May 31st

Vel emerges from the Wintercroft following the recuperative coma she had fallen into and heads over towards the sanctum to retrieve Arkha’din. She sticks mostly to the shaded paths when possible, though had breached into the sun to test if it had been a fluke that she had not burned when riding atop Al’ar with Kael’thas.

It would appear that, still, the sun did not set her aflame.

It seemed that no one had fully recognized her as she went through Vengeance Landing. As before, she observed some of the giant people milling about with the elves.

She arrived at the arcane sanctum and made her way up to the library that had once been her temporary lodgings. She knocks on the door.

She hears some sounds on the other side, and Vel opens the door to enter, but it doesn’t get more than halfway open before her chest is impacted by what she at first believed to be a magic missile. Her tired brain fires off adrenaline as she is knocked clean from her feet and slam onto the ground.

She looks down to examine the damage, but instead she sees Arkha’din wriggling madly against her chest and into her clothing. He is licking her and hissing wildly, both pleased and angry to see her present.

Vel struggles to console the mana wyrm from her position on her back, clear in the doorway. It takes her a good several minutes to get him calm as he continues to wriggle into her clothing, but eventually he calms down enough that she can at least get back to her feet.

Astalor is standing alone inside the room, watching with a bemused expression.

Arkha’din had finally settled on curling himself tightly around her upper arm, securely attached to his returned mistress. Astalor gestures to the desk that Vel had once used.

As Vel looks, she sees the regents needed for the find familiar spell as well as her spellbook and the other belongings she had left in Astalor’s care stacked neatly. Vel stares at it blankly for a moment, allowing her mind time to process, before she nods.

He clears his throat. Vel makes her way over to the desk, and Astalor paces a bit--seemingly trying to stay on the opposite side of the room from her. However, she pays it little mind, both due to how tired she is, and because she expected as much.

She settles in to enact the ritual, but finds her movements partially restricted by the mana wyrm’s presence.

Arkha’din reluctantly relinquishes the arm and curls further up it, less tightly so she could complete the ritual. Astalor continued to watch her throughout, speaking again once he realized it was complete.

Vel nods idly and grabs her sending stone to tap into Remnii.

There’s a pause.

With every word from Remnii, Vel’s face just disappears further into one of her hands, a wave of nothing by exhaustion clearly washing over her expression.

Astalor chews on his lip for a moment.

Astalor claps his hands together.

Pio makes a hiss of affirmation and then floats over to Vel and tenuously looks at Vel’s other arm with a clear, unspoken question of “can I curl around that one?” Vel wordlessly holds out her arm and the golden mana wyrm wraps loosely around it so she could direct her with her little snoot.

Vel gathers up her things.

Vel nods, bids farewell, and walks back into Vengeance Landing while following Pio’s guidance. If she were to go in a slightly wrong direction, the mana wyrm would wriggle, look at her, and then point in the more correct direction. Before long, Vel arrives at the docks, and she sees various elves working on the ships.

However, as she approaches the actual shipyards, she sees a massive drydock that seems to be in line with what she learned from Rommath. It appears they are preparing to construct another massive vessel like the Wintercroft, and there are already stacks of deep, grayish black wood which likely had been harvested in Deatholme. There is also a massive longship with large seats and oars that are easily twice as large as a human or elf-sized oar.

Pio directs her to an office of some sort, and she sees her aunt Linore Windrunner. She is walking along the deck with something in her hand, and she is speaking and gesticulating with her hand, but there was no one else there.

Upon seeing her, Vel looks down to Pio.

She conjures a small orb of magic in her hand, and Pio cracks her mouth open and untangles herself from Vel’s arm so she can scooch forward and munch it down. She seems to take her time with her meals, unlike Arkha’din, before she fully releases Vel’s arm and starts to wriggle back towards the arcane sanctum in the distance. Vel then also offers a similar orb to Arkha’din, who had been looking on somewhat indignantly as Pio was eating, and he promptly clamps down on the trickle of mana.

Vel then heads up onto the deck, clearly trying to make herself visible so she doesn’t accidentally sneak up on her. There is a moment that Linore sees Vel out of the corner of her eye and turns towards her.

For a moment, there is no recollection in her eyes, but there is something else that is strange. Her eyes were a soft, minty green glow around the sclera. She blinks several times, rapidly, and suddenly her eyes are back to normal. She squints.

Linore pinches her temples for a moment and rubs her eyes.

She drops the clipboard, runs over, and pulls Vel into a hug. Vel hugs her back.

Linore pulls away, looking at Vel.

Linore blushes faintly.

Vel nods and follows Linore into her office in the building nearby.

Linore’s office is simple, and she pulls a seat out for Vel to sit in.

Linore goes over to start preparing some of the drink.

Linore winces, and it seems like she was suddenly talking to herself.

She shifts again.

Again, she shifts.

Linore seems to stop for a second. Vel has been watching, the situation slowly dawning on her. After all, she had seen two of her cousins while she had been snooping before, and they had… seemingly not been among the living.

As she spoke, she purposely opened her mouth further, the fangs behind her lips now visible to her aunt. Linore looks at her, and the pale, minty hue in her eyes fades again.

She looks slightly off to the side.

Linore releases the mortar and pestle she was using to grind the coffee and she convulses for just a moment. From her back, a figure emerges. It is a wispy, smoke-like figure, and Linore’s hands grip on the edge of the table. Within a few moments, there is a ghostly figure that has moved completely out of Linore’s body. She turns, her long magister’s robes swirling in the air around her, her hair drifting like it was underwater--its color a soaked, drowned blond. She has bright, minty-green eyes. She’s a banshee.

She offers a small smile and puts a hand on her chest. Her voice almost seems to echo.

She looks down at herself. Vel is able to piece together that this is Tylana, Linore and Sylvos’s eldest child, and a magister. She was the cousin that she had not been able to see while she had been snooping.

Linore leans on the table for a moment, but she regains her strength quickly enough to finish preparing the coffee. She looks back at Vel as she is pouring the water and offers a smile before sitting down. Tylana floats nearby.

Linore closes her eyes and shakes her head.

The coffee finishes and she gets up to retrieve it. There is a soft noise, along with a wince of pain. She turns back and places the saucer and mug in front of Vel. As she does, Vel notices there is a wound on her finger that wasn’t there before.

Vel raises her eyebrow slightly, looking first to Linore, and then down to the mug.

Vel takes a sip from the mug, and she can taste the twinge of iron in it, but it seems to hit her a bit faster than it normally does.

Linore nods.

Tylana rolls her eyes, still floating nearby.

Tylana offers a mirthless chuckle.

Linore nods.

Tylana gives Vel a serious look.

Vel looks up at her, taking a moment to consider given the additional knowledge she had of Sylvos’s fate--knowledge that was significantly more to unpack than was presently needed at the moment.

Tylana's words strike through Vel's heart like a stake, and Linore’s hand grips onto a paperweight nearby.

Her voice is on the edge of tears.

Vel reaches over and puts her hand on top of Linore’s hand that was gripping the paperweight. It’s very warm, and trembling slightly. She gives it a soft squeeze.

Linore starts laughing softly at the joke, and even Tylana offers another mirthless chortle.

It seemed to be an attempt at a dry joke, but it definitely landed a bit harsher than she meant it to.

She taps her own sending stone.

She looks up to Tylana.

Tylana nods.

Linore squeezes Vel’s hand.

Linore offers her a soft smile, and then lets go of her hand.

After Vel finishes off the mug, Linore takes it to clean later.

Tylana nods.

Vel nods to both of them and takes her leave. She goes to find Alleria, but her aunt is actually the one to find her as Vel once more boards the Wintercroft.

Alleria blinks.

Alleria closes her eyes and crosses her arms. There is a heavy sigh despite the fact she has no need to breathe.

There is a small smirk indicating she was probably joking. Probably.

Alleria nods.

Alleria smirks and hums in agreement.

Alleria glances off the Wintercroft where they see two of them walking.

Vel nods in agreement.

Alleria nods with a small smile.

They hesitate for a moment, and Vel starts to open her arms slightly, and Alleria acquiesces to the hug. They embrace tightly and then step apart so that Vel has space to work her magic. However, before she does, Vel hesitates and then opens up a sending channel to Kael’thas.

Vel starts to cast grave stride, and as she channels the magic, spectral blue energy starts to seep up through the cracks in the boards of the ship. They start to crack and seemingly pull away as radiant, necrotic energy seeps from the hole that had been formed. A staircase of broken boards leads down and disappears into the depths of the magic. She strides down the staircase, and as she disappears within it, the hole closes behind her.

Everything almost seems to rotate as she feels herself move through the deepest places in the earth. Suddenly, she is ascending stairs instead of descending, and she emerges from a similar rift in the sky burial pit back in the Thousand Needles. As Vel emerges on the other side of the portal, vultures and carrion birds fly away in panic. The stone and sand beneath just moves back into place, as if it had never been disturbed.

Arkha’din hisses, curling tighter around her arm as she starts the trek back to the centaur camp. It’s around noon or one. It seems the camp is less busy than it was, and she seeks out the rest of the group without much difficulty and materializes behind Remnii.

Remnii jumps with a small shriek. She is not exceptionally graceful in the moment.

Elissa immediately runs over to her, but stops right before colliding.

Elissa gives her a hug. Arkha’din hisses in mild annoyance.

Tol’vas points at Syeori, who is presently still disguised as Gil.

Vel looks blankly at Tol’vas for a moment.

Vel looks incredibly tired.

Vel takes a moment to process, her hand raising thoughtfully to her chin. Then she offers a somewhat amused chuff.

Riff looks up at Vel, and they look a bit dejected.

Everyone looks down at Riff.

Vel offers a nod of acknowledgement.

The group agrees on the approach, and Vel sits down with Remnii to explain how the spell works. Remnii is fondly reminded of Raluhi as Vel explains the magic she had created, and she also realizes that this spell is something that she could also likely learn as well.

Remnii and Vel go to seek out Ruya, and all the centaurs immediately jeer and talk amongst themselves upon seeing the pair that had been with Tansu. A female warrior with dark skin and bright red hair approaches and crosses her arms.

At that moment, Syeori-Gil is running to them.

She holds it out.

Syeori then backs off as Remnii takes the map. She then notices Vel and waves, before heading off. Syeori seems like she hadn’t slept at all.

She unfolds the map and shows it to Vel. Vel is hardly a cartography expert, and this seems hastily drawn, but Vel does know that Syeori enjoyed mapping the wilderness back at home.

Remnii nods and rolls up the map.

Vel and Remnii are allowed to pass into the very large tent. They see Ruya sitting on various hides and plush-looking cushions. There is an incredibly handsome centaur with long, naturally reddish hair, wearing a loose, comfortable silken shirt. He sits to one corner, and the kaldorei druid is also nearby. He has some minor cuts, scrapes, and bruises. He opens his eyes as the pair enters. He furrows his brow, but doesn’t say anything.

Remnii looks to the druid.

Remnii points to the druid.

Ruya’s eyes dart between the pair.

Remnii considers.

Ruya nods, a hand on her chin.

Remnii produces the map Syeori had made and unfolds it.

Ruya nods.

Vel points to the marker in question, and Remnii nods in thanks.

Ruya nods her head to the male centaur, who takes the map and hands it to Ruya.

Ruya smirks.

Vel requests a tongues spell from Remnii so that she can teach more readily, and she is able to teach them appropriately in around 4 hours or so. Even despite her tired state, Vel does well in teaching.

However, as Remnii takes the druid into her company, he looks at her.

The druid nods with a sad smile.

Remnii and the druid arrive to the rest of the group.

The group all introduces themselves.

Broll looks over to Tol’vas.

Tol’vas nods. Broll puts a hand on his shoulder and offers a sad smile before he sets off to find his companions.

Meanwhile, in Zandalar, Seria gets ready and eats breakfast. Eventually, one of the attendants knocks on the side of the doorway to inform her that Rai had come to pick her up in the lobby.

Rai’s face lights up upon seeing her.

Rai furrows his brow.

He sees the new tattoos.

The duo leaves the lobby and hits the streets before Seria speaks again.

Rai looks at Seria, then at her tattoos, and then at Seria again.

Seria just gives Rai a look.

Rai smiles.

The duo spends some quality time together. Nothing else strange happens, but Seria finds herself looking for Vol’jin again. She has fun, but the meeting with Bwonsamdi weighs heavily on her mind.

Later in the day, they head outside the city and find a tree.

Rai reaches out and takes Seria’s hand.

Seria gives Rai a hug, and he returns it. After lingering for a moment, she turns back to the massive tree. She looks back to Zandalari, and then reaches out and touches the tree. The bark starts to swirl like a whirlpool, and she steps into it.

She emerges on the other side, once more near the twisted tree of the Thousand Needles. She gives the tree a long look, transforms into a raven, and then takes off to the centaur camp.

She arrived around the same time Vel had finished teaching Ruya’s shamans.

A few hours after their initial conversation, Broll comes to find Tol’vas.

He gestures to a spot next to Tol’vas.

Broll sits down and looks over.

Tol’vas nods.

Tol’vas nods again.

Tol’vas frowns.

Tol’vas shrugs.

He offers a small, sad smile.

Tol’vas nods.

Tol’vas laughs.

He offers a small smirk.

Tol’vas shrugs.

Broll pats Tol’vas on the shoulder and lumbers off to make himself as little of a bother to others as he can.

Vel is alerted to Seria’s arrival before she even lands as Riff shouts for her. They run up to Seria, and as she transforms, Riff is already giving her a hug.

He prattles on about everything that happened. Vel strides by on her way to the others.

Tae’shara nods in agreement.

Tae’shara looks at Vel.

Elissa approaches Seria and compliments her new hair.

Remnii looks at Broll. He nods and heads out into the wilderness. Tol’vas follows after him along with Aramar.

Tae’shara and Vel work on summoning their phantom steeds as Remnii and Uther (as her bodyguard) goes to Tansu’s tent to say their farewells.

Remnii confirms and expresses she does not wish to overstay her welcome. Asya nods.

Asya brings Remnii inside, and Tansu greets her.

Tansu turns to Uther.

Context clues tell Uther everything.

Tansu bids farewell, and Uther and Remnii leave.

Finally, the group fully reconvenes as Vel and Tae’shara are conjuring the steeds.

Vel pauses, realizing her oversight now that there are more people.

Wulf looks at the horses and scratches his arm.

Vel looks at Wulf blankly for a moment.

Broll shifts out of his form and sighs.

She pats the back of her saddle.

Vel gives up her own phantom steed and opts to climb up behind Uther instead where she can just close her eyes for a bit.

They head off into the open plains.

Remnii offers a soft smile.

Remnii starts to answer but Vel interjects from her seat behind Uther, her eyes closed.

The group makes as much travel as they can. It was a bit slower than they were going before, but still reasonably fast. They make their way through the Thousand Needles, and Tae’shara once more starts to count them.

They travel until shortly after midnight, and they opt to hunker down. This time Vel and Tae’shara are able to make two tiny huts.

During a quiet moment, Vel tries to enhance a sending into her ring. She focuses as much as she can on the ring.

There’s no response.

Vel gives a quiet hum of acknowledgement but heads back to camp as Tae’shara finishes her hut.

However, Tol’vas finds Seria.

Seria nods in agreement.

Later that night, on Remnii and Samaara’s watch, they hear something.

It sounds like bleating.

They glance around, and as Remnii looks up to one of the overpasses, and somehow she sees two dozen goats that look almost plastered to the sides of the walls. They are looking at the domes below them, and as Remnii looks over to the top of the neighboring dome, she sees a goat standing on top of it. It licks the top of the dome.

Eventually, it hops off the dome.

Samaara snickers.

Samaara shrugs.

Samaara shrugs.

Remnii smiles softly.

Samaara chuffs and tries not to think of it.

The night passes otherwise without danger or difficulty.

June 1st

The next day, the sun rises and the domes collapse. It’s quite hot, and the bright sun immediately flares into Vel’s face.

Tae’shara goes to start making the mounts, but Tol’vas tells her to stop.

Everyone is baffled as they get into a circle.

Vel’s eyes immediately lock onto Wulf.

Wulf holds up his axe.

Wulf furrows his brow.

Wulf holds it out, and it is clearly a magical axe, but it is not elven in make. Tol’vas looks over to Broll.

Vel’s eyes are still locked on Wulf.

Vel looks over at Uther and Wulf rolls his eyes.

Syeori raises her hand.

Syeori looks at Wulf.

Samaara nods.

Samaara nods.

Meanwhile, Aramar is scribbling on his map labeling the perceived area as the “Dragon Bog”.

Seria uses augury to ask if a straight shot northwest would be safe, and she gets a weal result.

Seria and Tol’vas then cast wind walk, and they focus their magic. It starts to blend, washing the group in a mixture of soft, green winds. Everyone’s bodies starts to dissipate and get replaced by amorphous, cloud-like formations.

Samaara-cloud takes off first, and the others follow. They see thick briar thorns littering the ground below as they fly overhead. They see a nest of brambles and thorny downs in the mountains. Over another set of mountains to the east is another set of mountains that dips down and they see a lot of trees and tree cover that make up the so-called dragon bog.

As the hours pass, it’s a bit tiring, but not so much that the group is going to have any issues. The mountains give way to low hills and lakes, and they see endless fields and savannahs. They start to coast lower as it comes near the end of the eight hours, and they find themselves in the winding, flat grasslands. There are more thorny vines in the distance, and they do see tents occasionally. Perhaps tauren or centaur.

But there are tons of things happening. Occasionally they see a herd of creatures running across the grasslands. Eventually, they see a long, snaking discoloration in the grassland. It’s an ancient, highborne road.

They land near the road and start to take their regular forms once again. Not too far from where they landed, they had noticed another tent in the distance--a tauren tent.

Broll looks a bit unsettled.

Aramar is frantically filling in blank spaces in the map.

They opt to head to the closest camp they saw. As they get close, they see a female tauren who is kneeling in front of a fire. She is wearing a mask of some kind, and she is raising her arms to the sky. She glances over to the group and stops, then waves the smoke away and flags the group down in a friendly gesture.

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