human
Balleroy:  "Ahem, Count Pendleton, we come with a message from our mistress. May we deliver it to you?”
gpt
Jorah:  “Oh, of course, sorry to keep you waiting. Word from Serena? What does she say?”
human
Balleroy:  “I think it’s about the sword-slave island.”
gpt
Jorah:  “The sword-slave island… Yes, I suppose that did come up,” Jorah said, taking the sealed letter and scanning the contents. He let out a breath. He didn’t seem very happy about the idea of the island.
human
Priscilla:  “The sword-slave island…Ginonhive. You know, I don’t believe I’ve ever been there.”
gpt
Balleroy:  “Hoh! Interested, missus?”
human
Priscilla:  “Aw, y’know, I’ve always wanted to see the place myself, so this is great news!”
gpt
Jorah:  “Hmm. Am I to gather that your mistress intends to invite my no-account husband to the sword-slave island?”
human
Balleroy:  “Mm-hmm, I’d say that’s about the size of it,” Balleroy confirmed.
gpt
Miles:  Miles, though, looked annoyed by the exchange between his “younger brother” and Priscilla.
human
Balleroy:  “Say, Miles, what’s the matter?”
gpt
Miles:  “I’m wondering why we even bothered bringing a letter…” He certainly seemed to have his hands full with this so-called younger brother. But maybe that was just the way it was.
human
Priscilla:  “If you pour in more water than your vessel can handle, of course it’s going to overflow." Priscilla observed. "If you wish for it not to spill, you must constantly sip from it. And even then, it may run over.”
gpt
Miles:  “I’ll remember that.” He seemed quick-witted enough. The fact that he didn’t dismiss Priscilla’s words as the jabbering of a little girl showed well why he had Balleroy’s respect. All that remained was the response to the message.
human
Jorah:  “I’m very pleased to receive High Countess Delacroix’s invitation.”
gpt
Jorah:  “However, I’m afraid things are quite busy here, so I’m going to have to—”
human
Priscilla:  “Just ignore him. We accept the invitation to the sword-slave island.”
gpt
Jorah:  “P-Priscilla? !” Jorah had folded the invitation and had been just about to politely turn it down when Priscilla interrupted him. His face betrayed an uncharacteristic intensity of emotion as he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Priscilla, the sword-slave island receives many visitors. What if someone were to recognize you?”
human
Priscilla:  “Is that your reason for refusing the invitation? Then allow me to give you my reason for accepting it.”
gpt
Jorah:  “Y-your reason? Whatever could possibly move you to…?”
human
Priscilla:  “It’s quite simple. I am interested in this island.” Jorah looked at her in pure astonishment. This was how Priscilla lived her life; it was almost the equivalent of a wife sweetly begging her husband for a favor. Even if the situation made it a little difficult to call the moment sweet. Regardless… “”
gpt
Jorah:  Jorah could hardly speak.
human
Miles:  “Count Pendleton, what would you like to do? Our master is in no hurry for a response, so if you’d like to take some time to consider…,”
gpt
Jorah:  “No, thank you,” and a shake of his head. Jorah, however, declined this kind offer with a