gpt
Crusch:  Crusch advanced, dressed in her military clothes; all those she passed found themselves unconsciously straightening up. The jeweled sword at her waist seemed to express her very being. The maids began following her as she went, and then they, Crusch, and her knight exited the party hall. No sooner had they done so than the hint of anxiousness vanished from the air, and everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. All the guests looked at one another.
human
Guest:  “I’d heard rumors about Lady Crusch, but…”
gpt
Guest:  “They said she was mad for the sword, that she was a noblewoman who could outdo any man… So that’s what they meant, ha-ha.” Small and trembling voices tried to make light of Crusch.