---
base_model:
- mlabonne/gemma-3-4b-it-abliterated
- google/gemma-3-4b-it
- soob3123/Veiled-Calla-4B
library_name: transformers
tags:
- mergekit
- merge

---
# merged-model-output

This is a merge of pre-trained language models created using [mergekit](https://github.com/cg123/mergekit).

## Merge Details
### Merge Method

This model was merged using the [TIES](https://arxiv.org/abs/2306.01708) merge method using [google/gemma-3-4b-it](https://huggingface.co/google/gemma-3-4b-it) as a base.

### Models Merged

The following models were included in the merge:
* [mlabonne/gemma-3-4b-it-abliterated](https://huggingface.co/mlabonne/gemma-3-4b-it-abliterated)
* [soob3123/Veiled-Calla-4B](https://huggingface.co/soob3123/Veiled-Calla-4B)

### Configuration

The following YAML configuration was used to produce this model:

```yaml
merge_method: ties
base_model: google/gemma-3-4b-it
models:
  - model: mlabonne/gemma-3-4b-it-abliterated
    parameters:
      density: 0.5
      weight: 0.6
  - model: soob3123/Veiled-Calla-4B
    parameters:
      density: 0.5
      weight: 0.7
dtype: bfloat16
tokenizer_source: union
chat_template: auto
```
**SAMPLE**
Elara shifted, pulling her woolen shawl tighter around her shoulders.  The heat from the hearth was welcome after the damp chill of the pass.  Her fingers curled around the rim of her tankard, the amber liquid within doing little to warm her skin. She watched Rhys across the small table – a study in contained energy.  His dark hair was ruffled by the wind that still snaked through the gaps in the shutters, and his jaw was set, a stubborn line etched across his face.  She remembered the way his eyes had narrowed when a bandit had tried to relieve them of their horses; the quick, brutal efficiency with which he'd dispatched the man. *He looks like a predator, all coiled muscle and watchful intent.*

**“Tell me about the city,”** he said, his voice low and gravelly, like stones tumbling down a hillside.

Elara took a slow sip of wine. **"It's crowded.  People push and shove for every scrap of space.  There are fountains filled with spiced water, and merchants hawking silks and jewels until your ears ring."** She let her gaze drift over to his hand, resting casually on the table - long, slender fingers