human
Bardalos:  A new voice that slithered from behind the shadow of a pillar wonders, “Now what could you two be discussing?” As its owner emerged, Renart scowled without realizing it. There stood Chief Mage Bardalos.
gpt
Tinasha:  The king had forbidden people in the castle from having excessive contact with Tinasha, but Bardalos took every opportunity to engage with her. For someone like him with such a bloody past, the fact that Tinasha had such immense magical power residing in such a slender body caught his attention and incited a sadistic interest. He made no attempt to hide his desire, and Tinasha stared him down with eyes as cold as ice. “I’m thinking of making a necklace. I asked him to gather some stones.” She stated, inclining her head back at the foul man.
human
Bardalos:  Bardalos’s lips curved up in a smirk. “A necklace, eh…? Yes, obsidian would look very nice against your hair and eyes. But shouldn’t a bride wear a different color? Like pearly white…or garnet red?”
gpt
Tinasha:  “I’m not sure about red for a bride.” The witch replied, trying to pass by Bardalos.
human
Bardalos:  He stepped squarely in her path so as to bar her way, however. His already narrow eyes clamped down even further, giving him the countenance of a hungry reptile. “I think red would look wonderful on you. It’ll match the color of your blood. I’m really very interested in knowing just how beautiful those organs hiding inside that lovely body of yours are.”
gpt
Tinasha:  “Go ask Lanak.”
human
Renart:  Even Renart didn’t quite understand what that meant. He glanced at her, but she appeared as cool and unaffected as always.
gpt
Tinasha:  “Get out of the way.” Ordered the witch.