gpt
Reinhard:  The group found themselves in a small guardhouse somewhere beyond the woods. It sat at the edge of the mountains to the north of the empire. Happily, whoever normally occupied this modest domicile was absent, so there had been no need to explain who they were or what they were doing. Though, it had to be said that the place made a poor substitute for an imperial castle. Reinhard was right; it was only a stopover, a place to catch their breath.
human
Reinhard:  “I would never intentionally take such opponents lightly."
gpt
Reinhard:  “Even so, those people pursuing us are truly a powerful lot… Guess there’s no rest for the weary.”
human
Ferris:  “‘Truly powerful’…? If even you think that, Reinhard, that gives me a meowy, meowy bad feeling about this.” Ferris frowned at Reinhard’s verdict as the young man leaned back against the door and thought of his earlier fights. Julius, though, was more than half in agreement with Ferris’s somewhat sarcastic remark. One would never know that Reinhard had just been through a series of intense battles by looking at him. As he dusted himself off, the Sword Saint only seemed like perhaps he had been sprayed with some dust carried by the wind.
gpt
Julius:  “I’m not used to hearing such things from you, either, Reinhard.”
human
Reinhard:  "You too, Julius? It wasn’t as easy as it looked.