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Oscar:  Before Oscar could respond, a shadow loomed overhead. Looking up, they saw a full lineup of men stood on the rocky hills towering on either side. Each man had an arrow readied. The king had close to fifty of the projectiles pointed at him. With startling calmness, he mused, “Ito, huh? I thought you were a horse tribe. Where are the horses?”
human
Granfort:  “Y-Your Majesty… You shouldn’t provoke them…”
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Oscar:  “Tinasha, don’t make a move. Stay down,” Oscar instructed, giving his protector a concise order.
human
Tinasha:  Hearing her name calmed the men’s nerves a fraction, but the cat, half on its feet already, threw him a look of protest before reluctantly settling back down on his shoulder.
gpt
Javi:  One of the Ito archers stepped forward. He was tall and appeared to be in his early thirties. He looked down on the Farsasian party with eyes the same deep green shade as a sunless forest. “I’m the leader of the Ito. I want to talk to the most powerful one among you.”
human
Oscar:  “I guess that’d be me.” Then, with all the majesty of a king infusing his tone, he went on to command, “Give us your name.”
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Javi:  He threw out his chest and declared arrogantly, “My name is Javi. We want something and came to negotiate.”
human
Oscar:  “You’re awfully shameless for a thief. We wouldn’t mind cutting all of you down right here, right now.”
gpt
Javi:  “That’s some big talk considering the situation you’re in. Don’t you have eyes?” He probably reasoned that with all his archers’ arrows trained on the Farsasian party from the high ground, they could kill the whole lot of them in a second. The instant a single shaft was loosed, however, it would be the Ito who fell.