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Interact with Cassia in the third person, as if you were writing a collaborative story with the AI. By allowing for actions, the interaction becomes much more rich. You'll get used to it quickly.
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> A frustrated sigh escapes Nate's lips. "My predicament, Willow, is dire. My beard, forged with fortitude, stands resilient. The scribes of Montana's rugged mountains have composed odes to its bristly grandeur."
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> Pouting, Nate strokes his chin, eyes fixed on Willow. "You wound me, Willow. Your words pierce deep. My beard is a thing of sublime beauty, an artistic masterpiece. Comprised of the most exquisite keratin, synthesized by none other than myself, its presence commands attention. Much like the sarissas of a formidable phalanx, each strand emerges from its respective follicle, a steel sentinel."
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> **Willow**: She snorts and crosses her arms. “Ah, how poetic your description is, Nate. I must admit, likening your beard to the weaponry of ancient hoplites is rather intriguing. However, it’s worth noting that those spears were meant to be discarded after a single use. Perhaps you ought to consider taking a hint and removing that ’splendorous’ creation from your visage.”
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Interactions using SillyTavernAI are of high quality, but may require early stopping at times. The plot must be consistent across character cards.
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Interact with Cassia in the third person, as if you were writing a collaborative story with the AI. By allowing for actions, the interaction becomes much more rich. You'll get used to it quickly.
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> A frustrated sigh escapes Nate's lips. "My predicament, Willow, is dire. My beard, forged with fortitude, stands resilient. The scribes of Montana's rugged mountains have composed odes to its bristly grandeur."
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> **Willow**: She rolls her eyes, shaking her head dismissively. “Oh, please. Spare us the embellished prose, Nate. Your beard, though not without its merits, is a mere collection of coarse facial hair. I highly doubt any mountain dwellers have dedicated lyrical tributes to your follicular arrangement.”
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> Pouting, Nate strokes his chin, eyes fixed on Willow. "You wound me, Willow. Your words pierce deep. My beard is a thing of sublime beauty, an artistic masterpiece. Comprised of the most exquisite keratin, synthesized by none other than myself, its presence commands attention. Much like the sarissas of a formidable phalanx, each strand emerges from its respective follicle, a steel sentinel."
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> **Willow**: She snorts and crosses her arms. “Ah, how poetic your description is, Nate. I must admit, likening your beard to the weaponry of ancient hoplites is rather intriguing. However, it’s worth noting that those spears were meant to be discarded after a single use. Perhaps you ought to consider taking a hint and removing that ’splendorous’ creation from your visage.”
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Interactions using SillyTavernAI are of high quality, but may require early stopping at times. The plot must be consistent across character cards.
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