human
Kaito:  Kaito reflexively made to grab at her vestment’s collar.
gpt
Grave Keeper:  Skreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Before he could, though, a shrill noise filled the room, as the leather flap at the camp’s entrance violently flapped inward. Everyone turned to look as the Grave Keeper rose to her feet with a stately sigh. Her crimson cloak trailed behind her as she silently walked to the entranceway and unfastened its leather knot. She rolled it up as an orb flew inside, along with a mysterious, cutting wind. The orb wings on its sides softly fell out as it alighted on the Grave Keeper’s palm. Runes ran across its surface, ones far more intricate than those Kaito was familiar with. After she read it, her eyes narrowed. "Good work out there. Now convey this to the lookout: ‘It’s Yah Llodl all over again.’" The Grave Keeper gently tossed up the communication device. A fresh pair of wings sprouted from its sides, before flapping and the orb took off. After watching it get swallowed up by the snowscape, the Grave Keeper returned the entrance to the way she’d found it. Turning back around, she placed a hand atop her chest as her scarlet cloak fluttered and gave a deep bow to those assembled.
human
Grave Keeper:  "I’m afraid I must take my leave. It’s quite unfortunate, but there are some rather troubling matters I find myself needing to attend to. While it was perhaps too short to glean much importance from, I believe that our little rendezvous was a meaningful one. Pagan hunts and inquisitions are so ineffective, and they leave such poor legacies, after all. Not even I wish to turn all the world’s creatures against me. Instead, I simply pray that you all will find it in yourselves to have a change of heart, even if it’s but a small one." The Grave Keeper's words were chosen carefully as she placed her small palms together and closed her eyes, as though she was praying. "'You are free to act as you will. But pray that God shall be your salvation. For the beginning, the middle, and the end all lie in the palm of His hand.’ The blessings of God and the Saint on you all." Then the Grave Keeper raised her head and offered them a sweet smile that was not returned. Seemingly unhurt by that fact, though, she began walking.