Arson Justice stood at the entrance of the small village, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of life. He had heard rumors of a group of monster tamers who lived in this area and he was determined to find them. He needed allies for his burning revenge, and he had a feeling that these tamers would be a valuable addition to his cause.

Arson walked through the village, his eyes fixed on the homes and buildings that surrounded him. The village was small and quiet, but there was a sense of unease in the air. He soon noticed a group of people gathered near the center of the village, and he approached them cautiously.

As he approached, he could see that the people were upset and worried. They were talking in hushed tones and casting nervous glances in his direction. Arson wondered what could have happened to cause such distress.

"Excuse me," Arson said, approaching the group. "I heard there were some monster tamers living in this village. Do any of you know where I might find them?"

The group of people looked at him with suspicion in their eyes, but one of them finally spoke up. "Why do you want to find the tamers?" the man asked.

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"I have a proposition for them," Arson said, his voice firm. "I need their help, and I believe they would be an invaluable asset to my cause."

The man looked at him for a moment, and then nodded. "They're just down the road, at the end of the village," he said, pointing in the direction. "But be warned, they're not in the best of moods. Something has happened and they're upset."

Arson thanked the man and made his way down the road, his heart pounding in his chest. He had no idea what he was walking into, but he was determined to make his case.

He finally arrived at a small cottage at the end of the village, and he could hear the sounds of agitated voices coming from inside. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and a young woman with long, flowing hair appeared. She looked at him with surprise and then suspicion in her eyes. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice cold.

"I'm Arson Justice," he said, his voice steady. "I've come to talk to you about your monster tamers. I need your help."

The woman looked at him for a moment, and then stepped aside, allowing him to enter the cottage. Inside, he saw a group of young men and women, each with a monster by their side. They all looked up as he entered, their eyes wary.

Arson stepped forward, his heart racing. This was it, his moment to convince them to join him in his quest for revenge. "Hello," he said, his voice ringing out in the quiet room. "I'm here to talk to you about a cause that I believe in, and I think you can help me. My name is Arson Justice, and I'm looking for allies in my fight against the nations that have wronged me."

The group of tamers looked at him with surprise, and then one of them stepped forward. "Who are you fighting?" he asked, his voice wary.

"The Nations," Arson said, his voice filled with determination. "I was wronged by them, and I won't stop until I have my revenge."

There was a long silence in the room, and then one of the tamers spoke up. "We're not interested," she