human
Tinasha:  Tinasha hadn’t been informed of the event. During the two days following her involvement in a conflict with Yarda, one of Farsas’s neighbors, Tinasha had been shut up in her room, focusing on analyzing the curse.
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Doan:  Doan’s expression was strained
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Sylvia:  Sylvia flashed him a grin. “Aww, but it’s the talk of the town. The word on the street is that the garden party today might be a way for His Majesty to choose a bride!”
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Doan:  “…” A long, unpleasant silence fell over the trio. Doan let out a heavy sigh before pasting a professional smile on his face and bowing. “I seem to have recalled something I need to do. I will be taking my leave.”
human
Tinasha:  “Hold it,” Tinasha called, her voice imbued with power, and Doan was rendered unable to move. The young mage cursed himself for missing his chance to escape earlier. Tinasha cast him a brilliant grin. “Now that I’ve heard such interesting news, I insist you tell me all about it.”
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Sylvia:  “The garden party tradition started three generations ago with King Regius. He would invite the city’s merchants and artisans to display their pieces and sell their wares,” Sylvia explained.
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Tinasha:  “Oh, so it was a way for him to gather everyone he was keeping an eye on,” Tinasha surmised.
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Sylvia:  “Exactly. It’s a potentially life-changing opportunity for dealers, and they promote themselves with everything they have. Very often, a merchant’s business explodes after becoming an official provider for the crown,” Sylvia went on.