human
Oscar:  As the sound of his incantation echoed off the ancient ruins, Oscar thought about what he should do. There was only one hour until the spell was complete. He had to do something to stop it soon. Simply trying to kill Lanak would incur retaliation from the surrounding Cuscull mages. The other captives would no doubt be dragged into the fighting, too. Worst of all, the enemy greatly outnumbered them, ensuring that Oscar’s side would lose. “I just need an opportunity…”
gpt
Oscar:  Oscar looked to his shoulder and saw Nark let out a little yawn. He then turned back to stare at the woman who gave him the dragon. Her dark gaze had dropped to her feet; she refused to meet anyone’s eyes. Oscar wondered what her goal was in all this. Pamyra didn’t let her inner turmoil show on her face and simply kept a close watch over her lady. She’d never thought they’d summon an audience. The mage couldn’t be sure whether that had been Lanak’s doing or Bardalos’s, nor did she want to think about how things were going to play out with this new change to the plan.
human
Pamyra:  "Give me power… Protect us…" Pamyra murmured to herself, praying to anyone who might be listening.
gpt
Lanak:  Lanak’s chanting echoed throughout the half-rotted sanctuary.