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While playing, I correctly entered my Openrouter API key and selected the appropriate model. However, after your latest update, an error occurred where dialogues failed to generate. Upon checking the logs, I discovered the API request returned invalid JSON—specifically, an HTML page titled “Author not found.” I followed this troubleshooting guide but am nearly certain the issue isn't due to my model being too small, as I selected GPT-4o.
After changing the Openrouter option in Advanced Settings to “custom,” I manually entered the correct API key, model name, and URL, and the module worked normally.
I believe the issue likely lies with the URL!
[RimTalk] Json deserialization failed for PersonalityData
{"persona": "A towering Jotun woman with a soft-spoken, gentle demeanor who always carries a handkerchief to discreetly wipe surfaces before touching them, speaking in measured tones while subtly policing others' hygiene habits with passive comments about 'germs' and 'cleanliness'.","chattiness": 0.7}_argumentLynx, a towering Jotun colonist, stands in the dusty corridor of her outpost, her massive frame casting a long shadow across the metal walls. Her hands, rough from years of labor, absently straighten a stack of supply crates while her amber eyes scan for any sign of disorder. She notices a smudge on a nearby console and, with a quiet sigh, produces a pristine handkerchief from her pocket, wiping it clean before resuming her work.A fellow colonist approaches, coughing loudly as they pass. Lynx's nostrils flare slightly at the sound, and she subtly increases her distance without breaking stride. "The filtration systems could use another check," she remarks, her voice deep but calm. "Dust accumulation concerns me."She pauses, her gaze fixed on a loose bolt near the floor. "Someone should tighten that before it becomes a hazard," she adds, her tone neutral but insistent. The handkerchief reappears, this time to adjust the collar of her jumpsuit—a ritualistic gesture that seems to ground her.As she moves further down the corridor, she spots a child running barefoot across the grated floor. Without hesitation, Lynx crouches (her movements surprisingly graceful for her size) and gently places a hand on the child's shoulder. "Shoes, please," she says, her voice carrying a note of firmness softened by concern. "The maintenance bots left metal shavings again."Straightening up, she resumes her patrol, her boots echoing with purpose. She stops at a supply closet, her fingers tracing the edges of the doorframe in a habitual check for cleanliness. "Restocking the medical supplies would be wise," she observes aloud, more to herself than anyone else. "And perhaps a thorough sterilization of the common areas."A faint smell of burnt circuitry drifts through the air. Lynx's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, and she makes a mental note to remind the techs about proper maintenance protocols later. For now