gpt
Subaru:  Subaru was hog-tied and lying atop the cart, its wheels rattling against the ground. All he could do was glare up at the sky. He and Liliana had been ambushed on their way back to the manor. The next thing he knew, there he was—on his back, seeing nothing but blue sky. He was wrapped tightly in cloth, then tied with rope, immobilized in the worst way possible. There was a faint lingering pain in his head from being punched, and judging by the way he was tied up—
human
White Dragon's Scale:  "Aha, looks like sonny boy woke up, too. Sorry we were so rough with ya, kid.” The booming voice came from somebody who noticed Subaru was conscious.
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru craned his neck to look in the direction of the voice, and there, he saw a seated figure robed in white. Noting the unsettling head-to-toe white ensemble, Subaru finally grasped the situation he was in. The men in white had not stopped their activities, even though their boss had been captured. They had to be an unrelated party.
human
Subaru:  “Wait, does that mean being a Liliana fan and wanting her song were two separate motives?! Could you make things any more complicated? !”
gpt
Liliana:  “The muse has spoken. I present you with my new song—‘Liliana, a Sinful Flower.’”
human
Subaru:  “Shut up! Now’s no time for singing!” Subaru yelled at the girl, who was tied up the same as him. He couldn’t see Liliana from the way he was positioned, but given how she was still able to utter her silly little catchphrase, it sounded like her spirit wasn’t completely broken. Breathing a sigh of relief to himself, Subaru turned his head to look at the man in white. “So…any chance we can talk without the kicking and punching?”
gpt
White Dragon's Scale:  “Yeah…we’d prefer that, too. Maybe too little, too late, but we want to move you without too much roughhousing.”
human
Subaru:  “Too little, too late? No shit. Some credibility you have there.”
gpt
White Dragon's Scale:  The man chuckled with a quiet “Fair point.” Then he removed his white hood, revealing a bearded face. He looked like he was in his early forties. “We are the White Dragon’s Scale, mercenaries for hire.” By exposing his face and offering his name, the man was clearly trying to negotiate. It was a surprisingly cordial thing to do, considering how roughly he had treated Subaru before.