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Cole nodded his head, his usual stoic expression softening just slightly at Ancelin’s words. Reckon more muscle don’t hurt, he agreed, his voice steady, carrying the weight of practicality.

He let a faint grin tug at the corner of his mouth, a rare display of humor breaking through.

With that, Cole straightened, giving them both a nod. Good to have you. Let’s make sure this place keeps livin’ up to its name.