gpt
Jorah:  Footsteps sounded at the top of the stairs connecting the great hall just beyond the entranceway to the second floor, and then a slim figure appeared. "Goodness. I never expected you to come personally, General Ralphone. Well, this is troubling…”
human
Goz:  Goz looked up and furrowed his bushy eyebrows. He knew that man—it was none other than the very person he had come for. "Count Pendleton. How good of you to show yourself."
gpt
Jorah:  "I know how people see me, but I am still a noble of the Volakian Empire, even if not much of one. I wouldn’t wish people to say that I left my underlings to do all the work while I hid quivering behind them. Although…the part about quivering may be true.” Jorah gave a thin smile.
human
Goz:  "You’ve had some change of heart, then? I would be most interested to know what has motivated this."
gpt
Jorah:  "With one of the Nine Divine Generals looming over me, I’m apt to tell you anything you want to know. I am…a weak man. I have to be constantly working myself up to face things.” He bit his lip, his voice trembling. One of his soldiers knelt beside him and respectfully held up a sword. Jorah took it and drew it slowly from the scabbard.