human
Roswaal:  Assured of Roswaal’s identity, the knight returned his dagger to its sheath. She didn’t recognize the weapon. Most likely it was a mitia, a magical item capable of tremendous power. Roswaal made no mention of this and looked past Lyp.
gpt
Roswaal:  “Sphinx, the main force behind the demi-humans, ran this way. Have you seen her?”
human
Lyp:  “The witch, is it? Well, you can relax. I finished her off.”
gpt
Roswaal:  Roswaal’s breath caught in her throat at this.
human
Lyp:  When Lyp saw her reaction, a cruel smile spread over his already mean visage. "I helped mop up the demi-humans who got into the castle. A few of them ran. I followed them here. I never imagined there was a place like this underneath the castle—but regardless, I ran into the armless witch not long ago. I didn’t ask any questions. I just burned her to death.”
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Roswaal:  “You burned her…? Where is the body?”
human
Lyp:  “She turned to ash. Don’t ask me how, but this was left over in the cinders.” Lyp dug in his pouch and took out a necklace. It was nothing more than a roughly woven cord with a ring on it, just something to dangle from the neck, but to Roswaal, it had profound importance.
gpt
Roswaal:  “Perhaps you would be so kiiind as to let me have that?”
human
Lyp:  “What?”
gpt
Roswaal:  “It may have magical value. I would dearly like to investigate it.”
human
Lyp:  Lyp went quiet. But soon after, he flung it at her with a snort. "Take it, I don’t care. But when they pass out the honors, I expect you to testify that I, Lyp Bariel, arrested the flight of the witch Sphinx at the water’s edge, and that it was I who put an end to her.”
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Roswaal:  “…Yes, of course. I’m in your debt, Lord Lyp.” Roswaal gave no further answer as she stood with the necklace—the ring—clutched firmly in her hand. So long as it was hers, she had no further business here. She was surprised that someone else had killed Sphinx, but if the witch was dead, then it was no problem for her. Everything was going according to plan.
human
Roswaal:  Caressing the ring tenderly, Roswaal J. Mathers murmured, “Master, I’ve finished cleaning up. What comes next is for the future.” It was impossible to see her face clearly in the darkness, but she was smiling with the most serene expression.
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Lyp:  Lyp Bariel snorted as he watched Roswaal grow smaller in the distance. "What has she got in mind? That woman gives me the shivers.” Now that she had the ring, Roswaal apparently intended to get out from underground as quickly as possible. That was convenient enough for him, but it didn’t make complete sense. It was as if the ring was all she had ever really wanted.
human
Lyp:  “Well, who cares? What a she-fox like that wants is nothing to do with me.” What mattered to Lyp was whatever advanced his own ambitions and nothing more.