gpt
Al:  Breathing through his mouth to avoid the foul stench his nose could never adjust to, Al pondered that.
human
Lyp:  “There’s no telling what prying ears might be hiding in my study. This library alone is safe. For generations, the Bariels have used this library to conduct secret meetings.”
gpt
Al:  “I reckon things are getting pretty busy at the royal capital right now,” Al offered.
human
Lyp:  “The castle is in utter chaos, like they didn’t see it coming. They should have known long ago that this kingdom and the royal bloodline are practically beyond salvation. But they turned a blind eye to the problem and put off arrangements for their kingdom’s future, and now the chickens are coming home to roost. Those inept bastards. They have no idea what they’re doing!” Lyp’s hackles rose higher and higher as he spoke, the veins on his forehead popping. Looking as though he might blow an artery any second, he had only just revealed the prophecy of which he had spoken days prior. News of the royal family’s demise spread throughout the city, and the higher nobles were already on the move toward enacting the royal selection. But they were all a couple steps behind Lyp.
gpt
Al:  "I thought you’d enjoy one-upping the people you hate?”
human
Lyp:  “Well, I thought I would. But the only thing it’s done is made me resent those fools even more for giving me the cold shoulder all this time. Council of Elders, my ass. Just a gaggle of senile fools whose only qualifications are title and age.