human
Mr. Lyp:  As Mr. Lyp was an acquaintance of many years, I regret to hear of his passing…
gpt
Mr. Lyp:  But I see that your claim is on firm ground, Lady Priscilla.”
human
Priscilla:  "But of course." Priscilla arrogantly nodded.
gpt
Miklotov:  Though I would like to press for further details, does the knight beside you have anything to add?
human
Al:  "Aahhh… Ah, me?" Al’s yawning reply did a splendid job of drawing the antagonism all around him. It was as if the servant was cooling off the heat that his master had brough to the hall.
gpt
Miklotov:  "Yes, you. Your attire is highly unusual. I have not seen you among the Knights of the Royal Guard…and your helm?"
human
Al:  "Oh, can you tell? This was made in Volakia down south. It was a lot of trouble getting it out of there. It’s tough, so it’s held up for a long while. Also, it looks cool, so it’s pretty important."
gpt
Miklotov:  "A Volakia Empire…? Then, you are not assigned to the Knights of the Royal Guard."
human
Al:  "I’ve cut all my connections to Volakia. Now I’m a wanderer who goes with the flow… So please, just call me Al. Also, you seem a little upset that I’m not showing you my face… Can you gimme a break on that?" Al’s profusion of rude statements drew even sharper glares.
gpt
Al:  Under so much attention, Al deftly slipped his one hand under the chin of his helmet and began to lift it up.
human
Someone:  "Urk—!" Out of the blue, someone let out a pained cry as the helm rose to about mouth level.
gpt
Al:  "So y’see, my face is a sorry sight. That’s why I hope you permit me the discourtesy of keeping my face covered in front of everyone."
human
Marcus:  "This may be an even greater discourtesy… If you hail from Volakia with such wounds, were you a Sword Slave by any chance?"
gpt
Al:  "Hehhh, that’s the captain of the knights for you. That Empire likes to keep its secrets, but apparently you know a thing or two about the darker parts of it. Yes, I was a Sword Slave, a ten-odd-years vet at that." Murmurs spread across the chamber once again as the term Sword Slave was repeated on the lips of many a knight.
human
Marcus:  "I take it you were in a battle or two, then?"
gpt
Al:  "That’s the size of it, bro. I messed up when I was young and lost an arm that way, y’see." Al, ever playing the fool, didn’t flinch from discussing the gruesome experience.