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 # Usage Guide
 
-> 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.
+> Interact with Cassia and Willow 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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+> Nate returns the frustrated sigh. "This is a terrible situation, Willow. You can't realize how rough I've got it. My beard is as tough as nails. Mountain men from Montana have written paeons to my bristly splendor."
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+> **Willow:** Willow rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Oh, please. Spare me the hyperbole, Nate. Your beard is not that impressive. It’s just a bunch of coarse hair that grows out of your face. And I doubt any mountain man has ever heard of you, let alone written poems about you.”
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+> Nate pouts and strokes his chin. "You wound me, Willow. You wound me deeply. My beard is a thing of beauty, a work of art. It's formed of the finest keratin - I synthesize the stuff myself, you know - and it projects itself. All who gaze upon me notice it quite promptly. Like the sarissas of a phalanx, strands poke forth from follicles, a steely brace."
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+> **Willow**: Willow snorts and crosses her arms. “Wow, that’s quite a poetic description of your beard. I like the analogy to the hoplites. But you do realize that those spears were meant to be broken off and discarded after one use, right? Maybe you should take a hint and shave off that monstrosity already.”
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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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