human
Oscar:  Oscar pondered that question as he looked down on the city from a platform along the castle ramparts. His coronation went off without a hitch. He waved to the people and returned to the castle. He paced, making his way down the hallway, giving orders to Chief Mage Kumu, Als, and Doan about the following day’s march to Tayiri.
gpt
Oscar:  "Make sure we can teleport away at any time. Our opponents are all mages, after all. Plan a way for me alone to be able to get out in the worst-case scenario. I may be able to manage something if I do."
human
Kumu:  "Very well. Your Majesty shipping out as well is really our last resort, but…"
gpt
Oscar:  "Tayiri isn’t holding back, and neither can we. Farsas must use everything at its disposal to ensure its safety."
human
Oscar:  As the group made their way down the hallway, solidifying plans.