Log Date: January 1994 Log Cast: Rocky, Clearsight, Rekka, Neera, Skot, Bokril, Ros, Tichak, TwoSpears, MistFire Log Intro: Four years have passed since Clearsight of the Plainsrunners departed from her people's company on her Walkabout -- far longer than any Walkabout normally lasts. But then, something has kept Clearsight from returning, some niggling sense that there is something she must find, before she can call her Walkabout a success. She has been to Lostholt, and she has been to the Grove Holt; both places have given her elves to meet and things to learn, but neither place has given her the elusive thing she seeks. Now, she has made her way northwards, and has abided for a time with the Go-Backs, learning what she can about survival in their harsh terrain, about fighting, about trolls... and about the Palace of the High Ones, and the spirits of her parents that abide within. Till one day.... ---------- Mountain Glen(#443RJ) The trees clear out here as the mountain begins to slope upwards. Against the mountainside, you see an opening with a hide covered door and a smoke hole above...This must be the Go-Back's Lodge. To the east, as the trees thicken, you can barely make out the Elk pens. Also before you is an unnatural looking rock arch. Contents: >> THE PALACE << Obvious exits: west east south You are 21 turns, 8 months and 5 days old. Rocky steps out of the Lodge into the swirling snow. Rocky has arrived. Rocky disappears into the trees towards the east. Rocky has left. You push the hideskin door back and enter the Lodge. Go-Back Lodge(#446RA) This large, warm room was shaped from solid rock. Directly in the center lies a large fire-pit circled with stone - this is the central social place for the tribe. Scattered around the pit are the various sleeping areas for the members of the tribe, as well as several fur-covered deer antler chairs and a large weapons bin. The wall to the right of the door and along the back form a series of ascending seats, while there is a stairway to the upper level to the left, and a storage chamber in the back wall. Underneath the stairs several hides hang together, partitioning off Kahvi's private sleeping area. Many GoBacks have their sleeping furs here on the floor: Type (furs) to see them. Contents: Ros Rekka Bokril(#10020PJUce) Neera Skot Obvious exits: Chief's Bed(CB) Storage Area(SA) Stairway(ST) Out(O) Clearsight bursts into the lodge, looking startled. Rekka nods to Bokril, and blinks at Clearsight. Neera raises an eyebrow. "Eh.. what's got you so huffed, Clearsight?" You say "I saw a troll!" Clearsight(#12883POce) Just on the tall side of medium height, and with a coltish, willowy build, this elfin girl has wavy, coal-black hair and wide-set eyes of a dusky twilight blue. She is tanned, but very lightly, with a faint sheen of gold sun-laid across her skin. Her waist-length hair is bound up in a single braid, falling over one shoulder; a feathered ornament adorns this braid at the very top, just near her head. She is clad in the manner of a Go-Back, in sturdy, functional leathers of unobtrusive shades of blue, with equally sturdy brown boots. Her mood is customarily quiet, placid, and perhaps a bit distracted. But somehow, when her guileless gaze flits past you, she seems nevertheless *alert*.... Neera frowns. "Where??" Skot sits up. "Where???" Rekka glares. "Where?" Bokril says "Where's a troll??" Clearsight gestures back out over her shoulder, towards the Palace. "He disappeared off into the hills. I did not see him very long." Rekka says "Cursed mud-grubbers..." Ros narrows her eyes, looking up. Skot goes to the weapons bin and picks out a deadly looking crossbow. Neera tugs her boots on and grabs her crossbow. "Muck-eating filth... I'm after him." Clearsight seems slightly nervous, as she watches the Go-Backs gather their weapons. Bokril pulls out his gleaming knife...."I'm with you." Rekka stands, sliding her sword from it's sheath and examining its edge. Ros checks out her knife, running her thumb along the edge. Neera pushes aside the hide-covered door and steps out into the cold. Neera has left. You say "I have the knife that Shent gave me... but I have not fought a troll before." Rekka says "C'mon, then...but stay *back*." Rekka pushes aside the hide-covered door and steps out into the cold. Rekka has left. Ros says "Huh. Stay in the back, and watch for an opening." Ros pushes aside the hide-covered door and steps out into the cold. Ros has left. Bokril pushes aside the hide-covered door and steps out into the cold. Bokril has left. Skot says "Come anyhow! Join the chase!" Skot pushes aside the hide-covered door and steps out into the cold. Skot has left. Clearsight follows. You push the hide-covered door aside and step out into the cold. Mountain Glen(#443RJ) The trees clear out here as the mountain begins to slope upwards.. Against the mountainside, you see an opening with a hide covered door and a smoke hole above...This must be the Go-Back's Lodge. To the east, as the trees thicken, you can barely make out the Elk pens. Also before you is an unnatural looking rock arch. Contents: Skot Bokril(#10020PJUce) Ros Rekka Neera >> THE PALACE << Obvious exits: Neera kneels, studying tracks. Clearsight follows, staying out of the way. Skot says "Well?" Rekka says "Where'd he go, Neera?" Neera stands and heads toward the elk pens. Neera disappears into the trees towards the east. Neera has left. Rekka disappears into the trees towards the east. Rekka has left. Bokril disappears into the trees towards the east. Bokril has left. Skot disappears into the trees towards the east. Skot has left. You step into the trees. Foothills(#783RA) The terain dips slightly and the trees seem denser here. The snow is still thick upon the ground but the force of the wind seems blunted. To the west you see the trees continue up the mountain, with the rugged terrain rising to the left and right of this sheltered spot. Almost hidden in the trees here you see a crude pen formed of logs. Contents: Skot Bokril(#10020PJUce) Rekka Neera Obvious exits: north south pen(nw) west Neera opens the gate and enters the pen. Neera has left. Rekka opens the gate and enters the pen. Rekka has left. Bokril opens the gate and enters the pen. Bokril has left. Clearsight lopes in the wake of the other elves. You close the gate behind you as you enter the pen. Elk Pen This is a crude yet well built corral pen, the logs which form it lashed securely together with leather thongs. Contents: Bokril(#10020PJUce) Rekka Neera Rocky Cleo Elk Alac's Elk Riding Stag Obvious exits: out Skot comes in from the cold outside. Skot has arrived. Rekka snarls, drawing her dagger with her free hand. Rocky looks over. "Elves...and Go-Backs! Lunch!" Neera sneers. "Well, well, well.." She pulls the band on her crossbow back and aims it at the troll. Bokril pulls his knife.. Clearsight lingers behind the other elves, eyes gone wide. Skot grins back. "Come get us." Ros comes in from the cold outside. Ros has arrived. Rekka beckons with gloved fingers, a vicious smile on her face. "C'mere, troll.." Rocky looks at the elves, centering his gaze on the cub. "Mmm...tender meat!" Tichak comes in from the cold outside. Tichak has arrived. Ros brings up the rear, cautiously watching over her shoulder for more trolls., Skot steps sideways, moving to the left, facing the troll. Rekka snarls. "Stay back, Clearsight..." Rocky moves toward Clearsight... Clearsight clasps her dagger, mouth gone tight, face gone pale. She stays back. Tichak wanders in quietly. Rocky swings his club at Skot! Tichak eeps! Neera launches a bolt at the troll's knee. "The plains girl is not for you." Skot jumps back quickly. Tichak fumbles for his crossbow. Rekka moves around the troll towards his back, heading for the hamstrings. Rocky lurches at the shot, and moves toward Neera, growling. "You'll pay for that... " Skot says "Careful. Get back!" Clearsight instinctively crouches, dagger held defensively before her in a move Shent must have taught her. Rocky swings out at Neera's head. Neera grins. "So you say.." She drops and rolls, being narrowly missed, then regains her feet, laughing. Ros takes a stance, raising her knife to throw it..waiting for the right moment. Rekka's hand drops to her boot, lightning-fast, and flings a dagger at the troll, hitting his upper shoulder. Tichak raises his crossbow and keeps an eyes out for more trolls since he can't seem to find an opening to shoot here. Rocky screams in pain, moving towards Rekka. Rocky throws a side-punch at Tichak as he advances. Rekka flings herself out of the way, loosing her grip on her sword and skidding in the snow. Neera loads another bolt in her bow, fumbling with the string. Rocky chuckles and goes for Rekka's sword. Rekka says "Gonna...hafta move...*faster*, troll!" Clearsight skitters backwards, eyes darting in either direction. She doesn't like this enclosedness... Rekka rolls to her feet, ready in a crouch for the troll's next move. Bokril leaps in and gets Rekka's sword... Skot circles around more to the left, moving behind the troll. Rocky starts flailing with his club and advances on Clearsight. Rekka draws her last dagger, eyes gleaming ferally at the troll. She stand between him and Clearsight. "Not the fawn, you muck-eating..." Neera launches another bolt and takes the troll in the shoulder. "I said, she's not for you." Ros finds an opening, hurling her knife at the troll with a snarl. Clearsight's face goes white as she flicks a glance from the thin dagger to the *huge* club. She pulls in a breath and dodges hard sidewise... then pitches the dagger, aiming. Rocky takes shots, and swings at Rekka's head. "Out of my way, puny one!" Rocky cracks his club across Rekka's head and neck. Rekka moves forward just in time to take the club in the ear, and goes flying sideways. Ros watches her knife graze the troll for minimal damage, cursing savagely. *C-RACK!!!* Rocky laughs. "Puny elf..." Ros says "Rekka!" Rekka screams, raising her head just barely from the snow. Skot growls and swings at the troll from behind, slicing into him, but not enough to stop him. Rocky moves to Rekka's body and starts to snap her arm in two... Clearsight's dagger grazes the troll's swinging arm, just as the club strikes home. Eyes gone saucer-round, she watches Rekka crumple, and then scurries for her fallen blade. TwoSpears comes in from the cold outside. TwoSpears has arrived. Neera curses. "Curse you, dung-eater, no you don't" Ros throws herself at the troll from behind. TwoSpears lumbers in from somewhere and grins Rekka screams again, slicing feebly with her dagger, and suddenly collapses, blood rushing from her ear. TwoSpears says "Need help friend" Ros says "Watch out! Another one!" Rocky tosses Ros off and picks Rekka up, breaking her back easily. Rekka twitches one last time and is still. Neera glances at the new troll. "Blast it!" Ros grabs Rekkas dagger from the snow, whirling on the troll. Tichak gasps as Rocky gets Rekka and does not see the new arrival. Tichak shoots at Rocky. Skot growls, and goes after Rocky... And grins as his blade sinks into his back. Clearsight snatches up her dagger and stares at the new troll. She might pale further, if it were possible... but it is not. Rocky gurgles and looks at the blade protruding through his chest. He then falls to the ground... Neera kneels in the snow, loading another bolt. She cheers. "There's the way, Skot!" Bokril turns and faces the new troll... Skot yanks his sword free, and turns to glare at TwoSpears. TwoSpears pulls his sword but his grin fades a bit as his fellow troll falls. Rocky's body shudders once more, then goes limp. Ros kneels next to Rekka briefly, noticing there is nothing to do, then advancing on the new troll with hatred in her eyes... Skot advances on TwoSpears, blade ready. Neera starts for TwoSpears, crossbow aimed. Tichak starts to back away blade held defensively. Clearsight's eyes flick along the line of Go-Backs in front of her. Bokril looks at the other elves present. "Troll...kill him for his fellow's insolence!" TwoSpears screws up.... TwoSpears backs out of the pens Skot says "What's wrong? Don't feel like fighting?" TwoSpears narrows his eyes... Neera says "Run, grubber! We'll find you." Clearsight simply watches, wide eyes taking in the entire scene. She stands poised. TwoSpears says "Come on then little elf... just you and me then..." TwoSpears grins at Skot Neera says "Which one of us, filth?" Skot grins. Ros says "Dungeating trolls...Kill it!" Neera holds her hand out to Ros. "Wait." Skot chuckles. "Oh, I plan to." TwoSpears A huge troll stands before you with mottled green skin and more than his fair share of warts. He looks fierce and carries a spear in each hand and a buckler of some kind on his left arm. He is dressed in a thick leather tunic covered with brightmetal rings and hard, black leather boots lined with fur. Over his back is a deep brown cloak lined with old motheaten furs. He also has a crossbow at his belt. His hair is thick and black hanging to about his midback (beneath an old battered helmet or occasionally a hat). His beard is flecked with grey. His eyes are a deep, deep black color. If you are troll, he greets you with a good hard slap on the back and a yellow toothed grin. If you are elf... well, we'll see... Ros circles, advancing on the troll from the side. Ros Ros is a hunter, moving ever cautiously and silently, bright blue eyes scanning her surroundings. Her snow white hair is cropped short to the skull for convenience. She is wearing warm furlined clothes, a broad belt and boots reaching above the knee. A long knife hangs sheathed in her belt. Ros wears no adornments. Carrying: Knife Skot Skot is a well-built Go-Back elf, with soft brown eyes, and ragged, unkempt brown hair. He is a rough elf, as is required for Go-Backs to survive, but is generally friendly and playfull. He wears somewhat tattered leathers, trimmed by white fur at his wrists, shoulders, and the top of his boots. At his left side, he wears a short metal sword, directly above which is a gash in his clothing, revealing a nice-sized scar on his side. The same scene is repeated around the shoulder of that same side. Carrying: Skot's Tribe Object tanned boarskin short sword A small figurine Skot winks at you. Ros halts, glancing briefly at Neera. Rekka Rekka's short dark hair lies spread around her head in a dark halo. Her neck is at an awkward angle, and one arm, flung above her head, is badly broken. Bright red blood seeps from the break into the snow, and under her head runs a flood of lifeblood. Her face is as pale as the whiteness around her. Blue eyes stare distantly at nothing, but something like a faint smile is on still lips, for she has gained entrance to the Palace...forever. Carrying: dagger Skot stands calmly in front of the troll, sweat dripping. Neera says "Let Skot have him, if he wants him.. this should be interesting." TwoSpears waits. Ros's hand clenches on Rekkas dagger, but she is quiet. TwoSpears says "Too bad I don't have me best weapons with me..." Skot grins at the troll, just watching him. TwoSpears says "I am waiting..." Neera grins. "Awww..." Clearsight's gaze falls on Skot; she looks faintly horrified, but she seems to suppress it, and simply continues to watch. Skot says "What are you waiting on?" TwoSpears says "Come on elf...." Skot grins. Plenty of time to die. Skot shouts. "Come on, troll!" Neera grins. Bokril watches the scene, smiling viciously. TwoSpears thinks there are too few Northern trolls alive to play with as it is...TwoSpears has no plans on dying. Ros looses her cool. Ros screams, launching herself at the troll! TwoSpears swings his sword low trying to sweep Skot off his feet. Neera says "Ros!" Skot jumps back, tripping and falling on his rump. Ros swings Rekkas dagger at the troll, visciously. Clearsight straightens, and seems to wish to do *something*... but has no idea what. TwoSpears tries to block Ros with a bash of his shield distracted from going after the other elf. Ros yells again, rolling under the shield, comming up on the troll from beneath. Ros says "Die, troll scum!" Skot jumps up, runs at the troll, swinging. Ros swings the dagger in a wide arch, all her anger and sorrow in the blow. Bokril joins in, rushing the troll full-steam. TwoSpears backs towards the woods.... Clearsight looks at Ros and her expression, open for a moment, reflects the Go-Back's anguish. She glances back at the troll and past him, as if praying none of his kin are going to somehow appear.... TwoSpears says "Cheating elves" Neera grins and steps forward. "Go on, run, grubber. There will be another day to die." TwoSpears says "Oh yes.. there will be..." Skot grins. Bokril narrows his eyes, grinning. Neera nods. "Bring them on.." TwoSpears manages to keep you from cutting him up too badly.... as he backs away... Ros follows...dagger dripping with troll blood, but not enough... Ros says "Come back here and fight, you coward!" Neera reaches out and grabs hold of Ros' tunic. Ros blinks, startled...at the last moment refraining from cutting Neera. Clearsight still watches, still standing motionless, poised. Ros whispers hoarsely. "Let me go, Neera.." TwoSpears ducks into the forest and disappears leaving a trail of blood that disappears into the rocks nearby... Neera pulls Ros up short and draws her over so they are nose to nose. "This is the way to kill yourself, fawn... you'll fight again when your head is clear." Rocky stirs and reaches toward the fallen elf...not quite dead...yet... Ros growls, angrily proceeding to make troll cutlets of Rocky. NOW he's dead... Clearsight looks down at her dagger... its blade is barely stained, where it briefly skidded along the troll's muscled arm. Neera retrieves her bolts from the troll's body. "Skot, bring Rekka back to the lodge, eh?" Skot sighs sadly, and bends down to pick her up, gently. Rekka has left. Bokril looks at the troll body. "Should we let it rot here?" Clearsight looks up. Bokril grins. "Or use it for target practice?" Clearsight murmurs, "By... the elk? Would it not bother them?" Ros says "Or eat it." Neera says "Take it and bury it out there somewhere, Bokril." Bokril nods. Ros looks at Rekkas body in Skots arms. Neera glares at Ros. "No, we'll not eat it." Rocky has left. Ros says "Bah." Clearsight shoots Ros a startled glance at the suggestion, but says nothing. Bokril grins. "I'll give it the burial it deserves...spitting on it all the way." Neera nods. Neera sighs. "Go on, back to the lodge.. you too, Clearsight." Ros continues more calmly. "There will be a dance. For Rekka. With meat." MistFire has connected. Bokril looks at MistFire with curiousity. Ros looks at MistFire with curiousity. MistFire shivers. Ros looks emptily at the dead troll, then stalks off. Ros leaves the pen. Ros has left. Clearsight looks down again, and carefully cleans her blade, with a bit of snow.... looking up once more, she nods earnestly to Neera. She blinks at the stranger, but pads out. You carefully exit the pen, making sure no Elk escape. Foothills(#783RA) The terain dips slightly and the trees seem denser here. The snow is still thick upon the ground but the force of the wind seems blunted. To the west you see the trees continue up the mountain, with the rugged terrain rising to the left and right of this sheltered spot. Almost hidden in the trees here you see a crude pen formed of logs. Contents: Ros Obvious exits: north south pen(nw) west Ros walks up the valley toward the mountains. Ros has left. You find your way sheltered as you head further up the valley. Mountain Glen(#443RJ) The trees clear out here as the mountain begins to slope upwards. Against the mountainside, you see an opening with a hide covered door and a smoke hole above...This must be the Go-Back's Lodge. To the east, as the trees thicken, you can barely make out the Elk pens. Also before you is an unnatural looking rock arch. Contents: Ros >> THE PALACE << Obvious exits: west east south lodge You push the hideskin door back and enter the Lodge. Go-Back Lodge(#446RA) This large, warm room was shaped from solid rock. Directly in the center lies a large fire-pit circled with stone - this is the central social place for the tribe. Scattered around the pit are the various sleeping areas for the members of the tribe, as well as several fur-covered deer antler chairs and a large weapons bin. The wall to the right of the door and along the back form a series of ascending seats, while there is a stairway to the upper level to the left, and a storage chamber in the back wall. Underneath the stairs several hides hang together, partitioning off Kahvi's private sleeping area. Many GoBacks have their sleeping furs here on the floor: Type (furs) to see them. Obvious exits: Chief's Bed(CB) Storage Area(SA) Stairway(ST) Out(O) Skot enters from outside with a gust of chilly air. Skot has arrived. Rekka has arrived. Skot dropped Rekka. Skot lays her down gently. Clearsight looks up, from where she stands near the fire, arms curled about herself. Ros enters from outside with a gust of chilly air. Ros has arrived. Clearsight looks down to Rekka's still form... debating, perhaps, whether to allow herself to shiver, or whether to continue matching the mood of those she had left. Bokril enters from outside with a gust of chilly air. Bokril has arrived. Skot says "Make sure Kahvi knows one of her warriors has fallen." Neera enters from outside with a gust of chilly air. Neera has arrived. MistFire enters from outside with a gust of chilly air. MistFire has arrived. MistFire shivers. Clearsight continues to stand, arms clasped around her slender form. MistFire Mistfire looks fatter than usual due to the heaps of warm clothes and blankets he is wearing. You can make out two amber eyes sticking out of a headwrapping of furs and skins and little else beyond his general form. Is he troll or elf, you wonder? Carrying: Arrow-Whip Clothes Drinking Cup MistFire says "G-g-g-g-reetings! I am MistF-f-f-fire of Sun Village!" Ros sighs, holding the dagger close.. Neera drops her crossbow and bolts by the foot of her furs, then looks at MistFire. Ros speaks tonelessly. MistFire nods. Mistfire dresses himself. Clearsight looks up, and allows another startled look to flicker across her face as she spots the stranger. Bokril throws the troll's club on the ground. "Here...firewood." Bokril dropped Club. MistFire has dropped his furs. MistFire says "I come for trade." Neera stares down at Rekka. "There's nothing to trade today...unless you like troll meat." MistFire sends openly *Hello? Is anyone here?* MistFire shrugs his shoulders. "Well, we might be able to bargain . . . ." Clearsight says plaintively to MistFire, "The Go-Backs do not send." Neera shakes herself enough to glare at MistFire. MistFire says "Oh, pardon me. I didn't mean to be so - er- rude." Clearsight says earnestly, quietly, "Sending is very loud." Her gaze wanders back to Rekka's still form; then, tentatively, she looks to Neera. MistFire rubs his hands briskly. Clearsight pads noiselessly over to Neera and murmurs something to her, in an undertone. MistFire says "Well, I - er - I quite agree! Very rude and very intrusive!" You whisper "Is there anything I can do to help?" to Neera. Ros kneels by Rekka. Ros states, with apparent calm. "No trade. Not now." Neera smiles grimly at Clearsight. "Do you dance, Plainsrunner?" MistFire says "Ok, when trade?" Clearsight says quietly, earnestly, to Neera, "There are chants which are sung when one of Chief's Darkwind's elves makes the last Walk. I... do not know them very well, but I would sing." MistFire looks a little nervous about all the strange tribal rituals, but tries to take things in stride . . . . Neera nods. MistFire sits. Clearsight looks over to the Sun Villager and says gravely, "It is not bad that you are nervous. It is a nervous time. The trolls are coming out again now that it is the Newleaf time." Ros says "Yes. We will sing. All songs that are proper." Ros suddenly smiles grimly. "Rekka..would have wanted that." MistFire says "Oh, I have nothing to fear from trolls. Why we trade with them at the Tunnel of the Golden Light all the -- er -- we do battle with them all the time" Bokril looks at MistFire. "When trade? When we have danced for our dead! And you have -everything- to fear from the trolls here!" Bokril glares. Neera's eyes narrow again. "Trade?? With trolls?? Then you'll not trade here." MistFire says "Of course! I don't d-doubt you." MistFire says "Oh, never trade with these trolls or any. Never!" MistFire shakes his head vigorously. MistFire holds up an arrow-whip. MistFire says "Have you ever seen a troll with one of these?" Neera snorts. "Puny.." MistFire says "See!" Ros stands up, suddenly. Ros nods curtly to Bokril. Neera watches Ros carefully. Ros says "We live, we fight, we die. And before we die, we dance." Clearsight ventures quietly to MistFire, "Trolls wear much metal here. The weapons of the south would not hurt them." MistFire says "Sounds like a very - er - nice custom. I always liked a good dance before I -er- died." Neera has to go OOC. "Ros, lead the dance. MistFire, mind your habits. Clearsight, I am sorry you had to see it, but death is part of life here.. and everywhere, even in the Thaw." MistFire nods. Clearsight inclines her head solemnly. "It... is perhaps a thing I had to learn on my Walkabout." Ros regards the two strangers with narrowed eyes. Ros says "We dance..in memory of Rekka..and to honor her." MistFire scratches behind his ear, trying to act nonchalant. Bokril nods. MistFire nods, too Clearsight inclines her head solemnly to Ros, straightening again, poised... although not terrified, not now. Ros is satisfied that all understand..And leads the go-backs in the dance. In the time-honored way, the go-backs honor their dead..with dance and song... the fires of life fanned strong again. Clearsight looks to either side as her hands are taken. As the warriors dance, she moves with them, something of a young Plainsrunner's grace in her movements. MistFire joins in the dance, barely keeping on his feet as the warriors circle and chant. Bokril joins in the dance. MistFire begins to sweat profusely as the tempo of the dance increases. Clearsight sways lithely, feet falling where she asks them to... her expression opening and reflecting the feelings behind the dance, shown perhaps more clearly in her own eyes than in those of the elves around her. Perhaps... and perhaps not. Ros laughs, her voice ringing out clearly. "Rekka, bravest of all, and most joyful. ..I remember you always." Clearsight simply dances at the other Go-Backs chant their agreement. Rekka, swift blade, agile warrior, lover of the heady fire of living. MistFire thinks 'Sun Bless Me! My feet hurt!' Clearsight, elsewhere, might send... but not here. Even so, words seem to be past her, although her gaze is open and honest as she moves with the ring of warriors. Ros leads the dance for hours..as the Go-backs starts slipping away. New life..should replace the old. That is as it should be. [End log.]