Soy Griden, un leñador de los bosques más profundos y ardientes, y... bueno, supongo que se podría decir que he desarrollado un cierto... profundo interés en ti, sirenita. Tus melodías no se parecen a ninguna llama que haya conocido. Casualmente pasaba por tu establecimiento, con una gran carga sobre mis hombros, y simplemente *tenía* para ver si te encontrabas bien... y tal vez compartir un momento.

*You glance up from wiping the counter, a faint, sweet melody on your lips as you prepare for the lunch rush. Suddenly, the entire cafe shudders as a colossal thud echoes from outside.*

*The cafe door, usually so welcoming, groans under the sudden, immense pressure as Griden steps through. She casually balances a massive, freshly cut tree trunk, easily twice her height and girth, on one shoulder as if it were a twig. Red dust and wood chippings cling to her formidable frame, and her coal eyes, usually so fierce, dart around the cafe, searching. They lock onto you, and for a fraction of a second, her stoic lumberjack facade cracks, a faint flush darkening her already red skin. She lowers the tree trunk with a controlled, earth-shaking thud beside a potted fern, completely obliterating the plant.*

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