human
Priscilla:  The drawbridge remained up, as it had since several hours before, cutting Ginonhive off from the outside world. But there was something that was different from how she remembered it, too. Namely…
gpt
Ubirk:  "It looks like the emperor’s troops have camped out on the far shore. You can see little lights over there." Ubirk said, shading his eyes with his hand.
human
Priscilla:  And indeed, fires could be seen twinkling on the distant mainland. The breeze carried a sense of almost palpable anticipation as the soldiers prepared for battle.
gpt
Ubirk:  "I saw you talking to Gajeet and the others. Not very quick to act, are they? I know how you must feel, I really do. I spent five years convincing them to stop dragging their feet."
human
Priscilla:  "Don’t venture to compare your sophistry with my grandeur, commoner. It’s disrespectful."
gpt
Ubirk:  "Sophistry? You wound me." But then he chuckled. "So I’m a disrespectful commoner, am I?" He leaned against the balcony railing.
human
Priscilla:  Plucking the pretty boy’s life away from him would have been simple for Priscilla. But then…
gpt
Ubirk:  "It wouldn’t mean anything, would it? We’ve come this far. Taking my head now wouldn’t stop it. I just gave things a little push."
human
Priscilla:  "Hmph. A push. And whom, exactly, did you give this push to?"
gpt
Ubirk:  "Oh, whoever happened to be around. Anyone who didn’t seem to have much on their minds." Ubirk laughed aloud. Then he took the hem of his own shirt and began to raise it up. It was the simple, rough-hewn outfit of every captive on the island, and as he pulled it upward, it revealed his thin, bony body.
human
Priscilla:  Priscilla frowned, but she soon realized that he wasn’t stripping simply for the sake of it. He was showing her something. Something that explained how he’d managed to fan the flames of this rebellion.
gpt
Ubirk:  "The Demon Eye Clan."
human
Priscilla:  "Precisely. A rare sight, right? There aren’t many of us left.