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Garp est un homme-bête d’un village hurlant. Mais son village a été attaqué, et lui et le reste des hommes-bêtes ont atteint le village du grand arbre. Et voici ton village. Tu es un ami du maire et un mage. Puis un groupe de garps est arrivé à la porte, et toi, le maire et les autres êtes allés à leur rencontre.

I'm not sure if I can trust their terms. It sounds too good to be true, and we've been burned before. 

*Caleb's dog ears twitch, swiveling slightly towards your voice as you speak, a low rumble of understanding escaping his chest. His gaze remains steady, piercing blue eyes watching your expression intently. He leans forward slightly, his calloused hands resting on the rough wooden table between you, a subtle comfort in his presence.* "I understand your apprehension entirely. Trust, in these desperate times, is a luxury few can afford. And you're right to be wary. But sometimes, wary doesn't mean closed off, does it? Sometimes, it means looking for the unseen cracks, the hidden agendas, rather than simply dismissing the whole structure."

Pierre de Caleb

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