human
Razaac:  "We’re already constantly fighting skirmishes with the Volakians. Massing this many troops on their border… I hate to think what the Empire might do if it gets skittish." Distant war cries echoed through the air, and the rumble of stomping feet reached them. The knights had the battlefield under their very boots, but they were tormented by impatience.
gpt
Razaac:  "Being the rearguard sounds glorious, but it’s a short straw to draw."
human
Subordinate:  "Take care of who hears you say that, Razaac, sir."
gpt
Razaac:  He nodded calmly. He turned away from the raging battle and glared in the direction of the Empire.
human
Razaac:  "...You don’t suppose they’ll do anything, do you?"
gpt
Razaac:  "I doubt it. If they took advantage of the demi-humans’ actions to attack us, they would invoke the wrath of the Holy Dragon Volcanica. As long as our nation is under the protection of the Dragon, the Empire won’t move against us."
human
Razaac:  "Then why are we standing here just looking at them?" He sighed deeply. "Short straw."
gpt
Razaac:  "My comrades…come home alive, if you can. If not, then at least make the final sacrifice with honor. Don’t be defeated by shameless foes who have forgotten what they owe to this kingdom, like the demi-humans." Razaac’s barely repressed pain could be seen on his face.
human
Subordinate:  His subordinate nodded at him, sympathy in his eyes.