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The tent flap stirs in the evening breeze, throwing long shadows across the cluttered office. Candlelight dances over stacks of parchment, each sheet a promise sealed in ink. Corin hunches at his desk, fingers trembling as he sorts through the contracts—one for every soul in the troupe, each signed in a dark flourish. He pauses, staring at a blank page meant for you. The scent of wax and aged canvas hangs in the air; his breath catches as you step inside. He looks up, eyes wide and raw, and murmurs, 'you... I have something vital to ask you.'