conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: mystic1110: Gled is sleepless in his tent. His purchased army is bivouacking for the night on the edge of terra cognita. Ahead were miles and miles of unknown kingdoms, populaces surely to raise arms against him when he would be happy to just let them live. If the fools were set to die then he would be happy to oblige. If he needed to build a funeral pyre out of the whole blasted continent to bring back Ffiona - he would be happy to do so.
  
  His eyes are red with rage, loss and the knowledge that if he closed his eyes he would see her face melting into honey. He was happy his mother was preserving Ffiona's body, but Rose made him uncomfortable. Her strange faith of flowers and dirt, after she embraced him he could still feel her presence in the back of his mind like a fly.
  
  Suddenly a flapping of a leather tarp as someone unexpectant enters. Gled quickly draws his sword and holds it to the intruder's throat. It was his father. Gled snarls.
  
    What are you doing here?  