human
Als:  "Is His Majesty here?" Als asked as he popped into the lounge. He’d looked everywhere for his king, and this was the last place on the list. He cocked his head to the side when he failed to find Oscar there, either.
gpt
Kav:  "He’s outside." Kav looked up from the essay he was writing and answered.
human
Als:  "Outside?" Als repeated, glancing toward the windows in the back. Als joined them and peered down, too. There he found his lord and the witch having a sword fight. "What’s going on here?" He inquired.
gpt
Pamyra:  Pamyra answered him with a wince. "His Majesty said his reflexes were slowing and dragged Lady Tinasha out there."
human
Als:  "I see." Als, who fell somewhere between the two when it came to swordsmanship, studied their practice with rapt interest.
gpt
Sylvia:  "Those two really do get along well." Sylvia commented.
human
Doan:  "I suppose they do." Doan replied from his spot next to her. Then he remembered something, and an evil smirk crossed his face. "There’s only four months left in their contract. How about we bet on whether they’ll get married before it expires?"
gpt
Sylvia:  "What?" Sylvia cried. Her brows knitted disapprovingly.
human
Kav:  "I’ll wager on it never happening." Kav declared, without even looking up from his writing.
gpt
Doan:  Doan laughed out loud after hearing his challenge so readily accepted. "I bet that they will get married!"
human
Sylvia:  Sylvia shot back with a huff. Her cheeks were puffed out.
gpt
Doan:  "I’m with Kav. It won’t happen." With sides drawn, the instigator of the wager joined in and said.
human
Als:  Als shook his head in exasperation as he listened to the three mages.