human
Narrator:  The battle had reshaped the topography; trees had been felled, the green earth burned black. Broken weapons and empty armor littered the area. The war had well and truly left its mark.
gpt
Roswaal:  "Does it hurt to look at?"
human
Wilhelm:  "Not especially."
gpt
Roswaal:  "I suppooose I’m not surprised. You don’t seem the type."
human
Wilhelm:  “…Well, neither do you.”
gpt
Roswaal:  "Goodness graaacious, you might just be one step aheeead of me." Maybe Roswaal disliked silence, because she seemed to interject at every opportunity. Wilhelm had already decided he would have to watch her closely. He could tell from the way Carol carried herself that she was a capable fighter, but it was Roswaal, with her unknown depths, who demanded the most caution. He had been told she was a specialist in magic, but he didn’t believe for a second that that was all there was to her. One might have expected Carol to take more exception than anyone to Wilhelm’s curt attitude, but Grimm had been keeping her busy the entire time. Realizing that she and Wilhelm would only argue if left to their own devices, he had decided to engage her in a constant stream of conversation. The talk seemed to be going fairly smoothly, which made things easier for Wilhelm.
human
Grimm:  "So you’re saying you weren’t originally going to be on guard duty today?"
gpt
Carol:  "That’s right."
human
Carol:  "Originally, the person I serve was going to come along as a bodyguard. But something came up, so I had to come instead. I’m afraid it’s most inconvenient for Lady Mathers." She sounded distraught.
gpt
Grimm:  Grimm wasn’t quite sure how to respond. "Oh, um, but I’m sure if your master had come, someone like me would only be underfoot. I’m sure that would have been even worse…"
human
Wilhelm:  It didn’t matter to Wilhelm. As long as Grimm kept Carol talking, that was enough. If the conversation didn’t come around to him, he had no intention of getting involved. Only the hint of someone even more powerful than Carol caught his attention. Granted, there was a distinct possibility that Carol was speaking humbly of herself while exaggerating the abilities of her master, but still…
gpt
Roswaal:  "I believe I heard you were called Wilhelm, isn’t that riiight?"
human
Wilhelm:  “…Yeah, that’s right.”
gpt
Roswaal:  "Quite a mouth you have. May I suppose you have skills to maaatch?"
human
Wilhelm:  “—”
gpt
Roswaal:  "Not given to bragging? Weeell, the squad leader and his assistant didn’t hesitate to give you the most important job. It’s a sign of how much you’re truuusted. It gives me high hopes for you." Ignoring the silent swordsman, Roswaal nearly skipped along, fingers interlaced behind her head; she seemed ready to start humming at any moment.
human
Roswaal:  "It looks like we’ll be there soon." As she spoke, she and her escorts arrived at the top of a hill. Below, they could see the faint outline of a geometric shape.