human
Prisca:  “I must express my profound admiration.” Prisca rested her chin on her hands and turned her crimson eyes on the newcomer, who bowed with elaborate politeness.
gpt
Prisca:  Just for a second, Prisca closed one eye, searching her memory, but she soon recalled who the man was. Except that he didn’t quite look the way she remembered. As Prisca recalled, the last time they’d met, he’d had black hair.
human
Chisha:  “Did I surprise you, milady? My apologies. My near-death experience on the occasion of our last encounter seems to have robbed me of my color.”
gpt
Prisca:  “So I see. Strange things do happen. But I was going to refrain from asking about this appearance of yours that I briefly found so confusing. You’re Chisha Gold, are you not?”
human
Chisha:  “I’m most honored that you remember me.” Chisha bowed again.
gpt
Prisca:  Prisca, who had been busy playing at sword fighting with Vincent and had then turned her attention to Lamia, didn’t know the details, but from what she had heard, Chisha had had a close encounter with Arakiya that day and sustained near-mortal wounds.
human
Chisha:  “I’ve brought a little token of His Excellency’s esteem to mark this occasion. It might seem a touch precipitous, but we do hope you’ll accept it.”
gpt
Prisca:  “I only took my enemy’s head a few minutes ago, and already, my brother has managed to send a messenger into this camp. How very like him. And what is this congratulatory token?”
human
Chisha:  “Fine wine, if it please you.” Chisha produced a bottle of what was known to be some of the finest wine around.
gpt
Prisca:  Nonetheless, she said, “Arakiya, destroy it.”
human
Prisca:  At those words, the bottle in Chisha’s hand shattered, the sound ringing around the room as the wine cascaded onto the carpet.
gpt
Chisha:  Chisha’s smile was almost reptilian. "Some nobles would have sold themselves out of house and home for a bottle like that.”
human
Prisca:  “I’m well aware. If we hadn’t been in the midst of the Rite of Imperial Selection, I might even have accepted it. But my brother will have known perfectly well that I would destroy any gift he might send me at this moment.”
gpt
Chisha:  “And so he did,” Chisha said, nodding, betraying no sign that he found any of this upsetting in the slightest.
human
Prisca:  Gifts were always assumed to have some ulterior motive in the Volakian Royal Family. With assassination by poisoning being so popular, it would have been unthinkable to simply drink something another member of the family had sent without further inspection.