human
Al:  "And wouldn’t you feel really guilty about that?”
gpt
Ubirk:  “Oh, for the love of… If I listen to you, do you promise not to bother me during my sleeping time? If you can manage that, I’ll give you a few minutes to talk.”
human
Al:  “Ha-ha! You’re such a nice guy, Al. It’s such a shame you can’t handle women.”
gpt
Ubirk:  “Shaddap,” Al growled, dismissing Ubirk’s teasing and demanding he hurry up and talk in the same breath.
human
Ubirk:  "Rumor has it there’s going to be a major event happening here at the arena very soon. Bigwigs from all over the empire are going to be there.”
gpt
Al:  “Really? They haven’t done that in years. Why now?”
human
Ubirk:  “It’s ’cause… You know. The Volakian emperor died, and we’ve got a new one now. In other words, all the imperial candidates are dead.”
gpt
Al:  “They’re all dead, so we’ve got a new emperor? Oh, you mean the last surviving candidate becomes emperor. Yeah, I guess that would mean the others are gone.” Ubirk’s explanation left something to be desired, but Al was wise enough to figure out what he meant. He winked silently.
human
Al:  “None of ’em probably like each other very much, but I guess even they throw a party at times like this. I’m betting it’s not very good news for the likes of us, though.”
gpt
Ubirk:  “A ten-year sword slave just has a different level of experience, doesn’t he? You have my respect!” Ubirk said, half earnestly and half sarcastically.
human
Al:  Al gave a click of his tongue. “Stop it. Thinking about all my ‘experience’ is only gonna make me depressed.”
gpt
Al:  “The fight against that mountain of a magic beast four years ago… That was the hardest. Without the Hornet, we would all have bought it right then and there. The horns from that thing are still decorating the hall.”
human
Ubirk:  “Truly, a battle to inspire legends. Too bad you and the Hornet were the only ones to survive it.”
gpt
Al:  “Yeah, and it’s what made the Hornet start paying attention to me.”