human
Renart:  "...My mother wasn’t a mage," Renart muttered to himself.
gpt
Renart:  His mother had died for his mistakes, but mage haters had been the ones who’d actually killed her. Renart didn’t think of joining up with Cuscull as fleeing to safety. It was a means to carry out something he knew he had to do. Even now, he could recall the faces of the men who killed his mother. They were still young at the time of the fire, and over the years they went from guardsmen to officers in the army. He knew exactly where they were stationed. Revenge. Redemption. Those were Renart’s only reasons to live. Thus, when he saw the large-scale spell enacted across the plains…Renart felt a dark exhilaration.
human
Renart:  They deserve to go up in flames, roiled with agony, just like my mother did that day, he thought.
gpt
General:  "We really stepped in it this time. We’re marching out to the middle of nowhere." The general laughed dryly, surveying the army from horseback in the middle of the Asdra Plains.
human
General:  "We’ve gotta get this over with quickly so we can go home and give a good report to His Highness. We’ll make a nice clean sweep of those filthy mages. Ah, maybe we’ll bring a few of the nasty curs back as tribute. Chop them up alive."
gpt
Soldiers:  Flattering laughter rang out around him.