human
Julius:  "It’s an honor to meet you again, Master Cecils. But when did you arrive in the kingdom, if I may ask? Perhaps it’s simply above our station to be notified, but we hadn’t heard of any Volakian visitors of importance arriving…"
gpt
Cecils:  "Oh my goodness, no, don’t worry about it. It’s not a failure of the old report-relay-review. I just decided to show up here—didn’t report to or review with anyone!"
human
Julius:  "Ah. I see." Julius had been trying to wheedle an answer out of Cecils, but he hadn’t expected that response. The knight wasn’t sure how to react. Julius had moved them off the main road, with its many eyes, to a little tea shop he knew. They wouldn’t be quite so widely observed here, though he’d had to drag Cecils, overjoyed at their unexpected reunion, almost by force. Now the interloper was calmly drinking some black tea, looking around the shop with curiosity and peppering the staff with questions about the exact varieties of tea leaves they used. Julius and Ferris watched him silently.
gpt
Julius:  "What do we do?" This conversation took place entirely with their eyes.
human
Ferris:  "First, we see what he’s up to." This conversation took place entirely with their eyes. They had, after all, run into a first-rank general of the empire while explicitly out on patrol in the capital. The two of them felt a little guilty, considering how pleased Cecils seemed to be to see them, but both of them were deeply conflicted. And when they discovered that his visit was unofficial, they started to hope this would all turn out to be some sort of nightmare. Thus, the retreat into the tea shop—and into the seats farthest from the door, in hopes of taking matters in hand as quickly as possible.
gpt
Cecils:  "Oh, you don’t have to look quite so panicked. I haven’t come to do the kingdom any harm." Cecils said with no hesitation, as if reading their minds.
human
Julius:  Neither Julius nor Ferris said anything.
gpt
Cecils:  "Do you really imagine that I, Cecils Segmund, would engage in base property destruction or assassination, even if His Majesty the Emperor ordered me to? Please, I’m above such underhanded methods. You can set your minds at ease."
human
Ferris:  "Um… Even if Emperor Vincent ordered you?" Ferris’s voice was hard, his guard up, but Cecils could not have been more comfortable.