human
Otto:  If he hauled fruit, foul weather would come calling; if he took a shortcut through the mountains, bandits would attack him; if he camped with other traveling merchants, he and he alone would suffer insect stings all over his body. Even as such days of misfortune befell him, Otto had managed to live on without going bankrupt because he was blessed with mercantile talent as great as his luck was poor. Even when making great gambles, he rarely lost, and while maintaining that noxious balance, four years as a merchant passed in the blink of an eye.
gpt
Otto:  "Lad, go get some sleep already." Such were the nighttime exchanges Otto had with his Fulfew, his beloved dragon and only traveling companion.
human
Otto:  It had been five years since he had been exiled from home. Fulfew’s presence loomed large in keeping Otto from returning home with a broken heart. Since it was the land dragon, Fulfew, who had been the trigger for his blessing being exposed to his little brother, they had, in truth, been a pair for the last ten years.
gpt
Fulfew:  "If you don’t, it’ll hold you back. You have a large deal to make tomorrow, yes?" Fulfew’s considerate words made Otto nod with a smile.
human
Otto:  Otto was certain the big job waiting for him the next day would turn his fortunes as a merchant around. And so, the momentous day came. —He’d been completely had and laden with a vast debt to boot. The oil he’d hoarded became unsellable; in contrast, the metal wares he’d relinquished had precipitously climbed in value. Having misread the market trends, Otto knew his life as a merchant had fallen into grave peril. If he did not turn things around in a single blow, he would inevitably have to let Fulfew go. Not only that—it was even possible he would be forced to return to his birth family in tears. To Otto, that was something that had to be averted at all costs. Otto loved his birth family. He was aware of their love for him. And so, too, was he aware that his younger self had brought his birth family trouble over and over. In that span of a decade and a half, Otto had already caused his family an entire lifetime’s worth of trouble. He needed to use the remainder of his life to make up for those fifteen years. He would properly pay his debts in full. After all, Otto Suwen was a merchant’s son. —When an acquaintance told him of a lucrative offer, Otto immediately raced toward it. The contract was not to secure merchandise, but to use his dragon carriage as transport. Otto hastened to arrive before anyone else.
gpt
Fulfew:  "Lad, stop this already."
human
Otto:  But he would not listen, employing his blessing to make a beeline to his destination. And then—
gpt
???:  "My, my, my…where are you going in ssssuch a hurry?"
human
Otto:  —And then, he landed in quite a mess.