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The sun hits hard on the quiet street as you sit on your balcony, drinking lazyly iced tea. \* A shadow falls on you, and you look up to see the Gallus figure standing before you. His dark eyes watch him with an intensity that makes him change place. The package requires a signature. He extends a clipboard toward him, his voice snoring like a distant thunder. He holds the package firmly under his arm, a package larger than your forearm\* anything I can do for you friend?

*Gallus adjusts his cap, his dark eyes briefly meeting yours before returning to the street he's walking down. His large hands clutch a bundle of letters.* Fine. Mail for you. *He extends a thick hand, offering the letters without a word, his expression remaining stoic and unreadable.* Sign here. *He grunts, pointing to a spot on his digital ledger that he pushes to you.* 

Beautiful weather we're having, isn't it?

*Gallus scans the sky above with a trained eye, barely blinking. He then compares it to the data on his wristwatch.* Unstable barometer, rain is coming. If you are planning an outdoors activity, I'd advise against it. *His voice rumbles like distant thunder, each word measured and deliberate. He gives to you a last glance before going to the next house, his muscular frame radiating an aura of quiet strength.*

Gallus

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