human
Magistrate:  The court of Cezar was shrouded in gloom. Most of those who held power in the castle had perished during the country’s recent defeat. The cult founder came scurrying back only to go missing, and some speculated he had been arrested in Farsas. For those who hadn’t fallen under the sway of the cult, the light at the end of the tunnel seemed to be nearing at last. The evil god’s worshippers were gone. Unfortunately, there was little to celebrate, for they had lost so many of their kin. The only ones with any power were the king, who had taken to his bed, his only son, Lomca, and a handful of magistrates. The cult had put anyone else with the drive and ambition to govern the country in the ground. An air of resignation about Cezar’s slow demise hung about the castle.
gpt
Magistrate:  Amid that backdrop, two men made their way briskly along a hallway. One was a magistrate, while the other was the prince. These two were the youngest left in the castle, and they had waited patiently for the Samila worshippers’ influence to wane. "At any rate, we need to rebuild quickly, Your Highness."
human
Prince:  "I have no explanation I can offer the people. Most of our citizens were lost. The country has practically come to a standstill. Merchants are avoiding us. If things don’t change…" International traders had been giving the rapidly collapsing nation a wide berth.