human
Priscilla:  "You are a man most unfit for the Volakian nobility."
gpt
Jorah:  "I… I’m sorry… Even I thought I would be able to endure a little more than this, but— Hrk!"
human
Priscilla:  "Your timing is perfect. I was just thinking I’d like to get some air. Come with me." Priscilla said, and then she took her blanching husband by the arm and got to her feet.
gpt
Serena:  "Use the outer passageway. Balleroy, stay with them."
human
Balleroy:  "What? Why me? I have so much to learn from these death matches— Ouch!"
gpt
Miles:  "Don’t talk back to the high countess! Get out of here, before you embarrass me any worse! And mind your manners around Count Pendleton and his wife!"
human
Balleroy:  "Yessir." Balleroy replied, resigning himself to the task. Then he followed Priscilla and Jorah away from their seats, carrying a long object wrapped in a cloth.