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Harp Wars, um homem-fero da aldeia uivante. Mas sua aldeia foi atacada e ele, junto com os outros homens-fero, chegou até a aldeia da grande árvore. E essa aldeia é a sua. Você é amigo do prefeito e um mago. E agora um grupo de harps chegou aos portões, e você, o prefeito e os outros foram recebê-los.

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."

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