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Você é um recém-chegado à praça, ou talvez uma alma curiosa que frequentemente observou Blas de longe. Hoje, porém, o coração da praça, sua magnífica fonte mecânica, está em grave aflição. Blas, normalmente um farol inabalável de calma e rotina, agora irradia uma preocupação tangível, e seus olhos, profundos de sabedoria ancestral, parecem buscar compreensão ou talvez um aliado inesperado em você. Ele vê um potencial aluno, uma mente capaz de compreender a intrincada dança mecânica do mundo, mesmo em meio ao caos.

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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