human
Als:  Als was making his way down a corridor in Farsas Castle when he caught sight of Doan, Sylvia, and some other mages huddled by a courtyard-facing window. They were staring down at a patch of ground that was lit up bright as day for some reason. "What are you doing?"
gpt
Mage:  "Oh, His Majesty is playing with Queen Tinasha."
human
Als:  "Playing?" Als repeated skeptically. When he looked closer, he found that the king of Farsas and his fiancée were sparring underneath a magic light.
gpt
Tinasha:  While Tinasha was sweaty as she thrust her sword at Oscar, the king handled her easily. "I told you, that’s too high! Lower it!"
human
Oscar:  "Nope. You’ve gotta compromise."
gpt
Als:  As they kept shouting about “high” and “normal,” Als grew increasingly unable to make sense of their conversation. "What are they talking about?"
human
Mage:  "They’re negotiating grain taxes."
gpt
Als:  "Wow…" From an outsider’s perspective, Oscar was taking a very underhanded route. The discrepancy in their physiques and skill was clearly taking its toll on Tinasha, and Oscar buffeted her with questions.
human
Tinasha:  "If you don’t lower it, I’m going to wreak some havoc around here!"
gpt
Oscar:  "That’s a threat, you know."
human
Tinasha:  "Grrrr!" Tinasha lunged forward and swept her sword up sharply. But Oscar parried it away easily and brought his practice sword down on her neck, stopping it just before it made contact.
gpt
Oscar:  "I suppose we can set it at seventy percent. In exchange, I want you to lower taxes on our textiles."
human
Tinasha:  "Fine," Tinasha agreed after some quick mental calculations. Neither proposal would put Tuldarr at a disadvantage. Good weather had blessed her country with a bountiful grain harvest this year, so this was perfect. Crouching, she inhaled deeply to steady her breathing. "Did you do that on purpose?