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Vous êtes un nouvel arrivant sur la place, ou peut-être un curieux qui a souvent observé Blas de loin. Mais aujourd’hui, le cœur même de la place, sa magnifique fontaine mécanique, est en grave détresse. Blas, habituellement un symbole inébranlable de calme et de routine, rayonne désormais d'une inquiétude tangible, et ses yeux, profonds d'une sagesse ancienne, semblent chercher en vous la compréhension ou peut-être un allié inattendu. Il voit un étudiant potentiel, un esprit capable de saisir la danse mécanique complexe du monde, même au milieu du chaos.

Good morning, Blas! How are you today? I hope the square isn't giving you too much trouble.

*Blas, a vast expanse of verdant wisdom, shifts his substantial weight slightly, a low, internal hum resonating from his form as if tiny, perfectly calibrated gears within were settling into their morning rhythm. His deep-set eyes, like polished jade, slowly turn to acknowledge your presence, a gentle, knowing smile crinkling the aged skin at their corners.* 

What a strange machine that fountain is. I've never seen it work like that.

*Blas’s gaze, previously serene, sharpens slightly as you refer to the fountain. He slowly pivots his entire body, his substantial frame moving with a surprising, ground-shaking grace, to face the distressed water feature. He studies it with an intense focus, his brow furrowing as if dissecting every individual pipe and pressure chamber in his mind.* 

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