gpt
Mila:  Mila frowned immediately. "It’s all smoky. Did something catch on fire?"
human
Tinasha:  "Or someone set one, perhaps as a smoke screen." Tinasha replied, erecting a defensive barrier around herself and the spirit as she landed inside the mansion. They appeared to be in the living room, although it was difficult to be certain, given all the floating white ash. As she redirected the airflow in the room, Tinasha glanced around. Smoke was pouring from a spot just beyond a toppled wooden chair.
gpt
Mila:  Mila went in first, followed by Tinasha. "Documents?" There she found the source of the blaze. Stacks of papers were alight. There were enough sheets for close to one hundred bound volumes.
human
Tinasha:  "What in the—?" Tinasha picked up a sheaf that was farthest from the conflagration, which had so far been spared the flames. She strained to make out what it said.
gpt
Mila:  "I’m sorry, Lady Tinasha. They got away." Mila reported, popping her head out from a hole in one corner of the room. The underground passage must have taken them outside the ban on teleportation.