human
Al:  “Ahh!” Al sat bolt upright in bed as a shock of something akin to fear ran through him. He looked quickly this way and that, but there was no one and nothing there.
gpt
Sword slaves:  “Al! Hey, man! What was that all about? You playin’ around?”
human
Sword slaves:  “Gah-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ain’t it enough for you to be on display up top?” The other sword slaves, enjoying some drinks nearby, were more than happy to give him a hard time about it.
gpt
Al:  Al glared at his soused companions, running a hand through his black hair.
human
Sword slave:  “Hellooo, Al? Allll! Don’t tell me you’re all upseeet,”
gpt
Al:  “Spare me your Hornet impressions. It’s like a waking nightmare,” Al spat. Then he slowly got to his feet. His mood was never going to recover if he sat there arguing with drunks. He shuffled off, hoping to find somewhere he could be alone. He had to be careful, though—he wouldn’t want to accidentally stumble across the Hornet or Ubirk.