gpt
Priscilla:  Fierceness personified—that was Priscilla’s first impression of High Countess Serena Delacroix. She was an incredibly tall woman, her slim arms and legs obviously toned. And yet it didn’t look unrefined; she still had a feminine shapeliness, which alleviated any impression that she was simply a woman who had given herself to soldiering. One might even characterize her as a beautiful but wild beast. Waves of rusty-red hair cascaded down her back, and she wore not a dress, but a cloak like a captain of a merchant vessel might have. Some said she didn’t look much like a noble—but only behind her back, because in the Volakian Empire, the powerful and the capable could comport themselves however they wished. Who, then, could possibly criticize any action of Serena Delacroix, who was sometimes even known as the Scorching Lady?
human
Serena:  "It’s been too long, Count Pendleton. Have you been well?" Serena said as she smiled—but it was impossible not to notice the old scar that ran down the left side of her otherwise impeccable face.