human
The Man:  "Don’t move! If you take one step, I’ll—" He struggles to hold his dagger to Jorah’s neck.
gpt
Miles:  "—Hkk!" Miles shouts from the doorway, and the ceiling collapses.
human
Narration:  A winged dragon sticks its head through the hole and latches on to the man’s head, who was threatening Jorah. The man is dragged upward and out, his scream echoing behind him. Blood pours through the eviscerated ceiling, drenching Jorah.
gpt
Jorah:  "Gah?! Blood? This is blood! Priscilla, I’m done for…"
human
Priscilla:  "Fool. It’s not your blood. It belongs to a commoner." Priscilla sniffs, looking at Jorah. She glances up at the sky dragon peering down through the ceiling. It was one of the winged dragons that had brought them to the island. She presumes it was Miles’ pet. "A fine performance. However…"
gpt
Balleroy:  "That’s everyone in here, ain’t it? What about that, uh, ringleader?"
human
Narration:  Priscilla glances around. Ubirk is not among the dead. Priscilla narrows her crimson eyes as she looks at the corpses. Balleroy rests his spear on his shoulder, looking for the same thing. Ubirk was nowhere to be seen.
gpt
Priscilla:  "Perhaps he’s fled the entire island."
human
Balleroy:  "But the drawbridge’s still up. Ain’t no way out of here."
gpt
Priscilla:  "No easy way. But it might still be possible to get around. Even the emperor in his capital has access to hidden devices akin to magic that allow one to move instantaneously to a distant location."
human
Balleroy:  "Yikes! I feel like I could be killed just for knowin’ that."
gpt
Narration:  Priscilla reevaluates her opinion of Balleroy and Miles. She goes to the balcony, listening to the battle.
human
Jorah:  "Priscilla? Ahem, I think it may be dangerous to stay here for very long…"
gpt
Priscilla:  "Things are already settled for the most part. All that remains is for the sword slaves to decide where they stand. As for the drawbridge, there are any number of ways to bring it down." She closes her eyes. "For the moment, I’m enjoying listening to the breeze."
human
Narration:  The clash of swords could be heard, the sound of everything being shattered, destroyed.