human
Crusch:  Crusch was not superficial enough to judge people by their appearance, but an affinity for violence seemed to lay thick about him. "I must ask your indulgence; her visit was quite sudden. Allow me to introduce Duchess Crusch of Karsten, the ruler of this area. Milady, if I may…?”
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Bean:  Standing beside Crusch, Bean announced her, then attempted to move on to the subject of the other visitor. "This is Miles. He deals in the antiques I so favor. He goes from country to country, trading in the most unusual things… Perhaps nothing quite so strange as a metia, but many interesting objects just the same.”
human
Miles:  “Miles, milady. And must I say, you’re the most beautiful duchess I’ve encountered in all my travels. I certainly didn’t expect to meet you here. What a great pleasure." He said, picking up smoothly from Bean. His words were perfectly polite, but there was a hint of toadying about them.
gpt
Crusch:  Crusch ignored most of what he said. "An antiques dealer…?" She only murmured.
human
Miles:  “Does milady have a taste for the old and intriguing? I’ll have to visit your honored residence at another time…”
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Crusch:  “I appreciate it, but that won’t be necessary. I’m still too young to feel the weight of history very keenly. There’s something I want to talk to you about.” She shook her head at Miles’s invitation and tried to draw Bean into the conversation.
human
Bean:  Bean gestured for her to sit on the sofa. He and Miles sat across from her.
gpt
Crusch:  Crusch rested her hands on her knees, never letting her guard down. "Now then, Lady Crusch, what is it you wish to talk about?”
human
Crusch:  “Ahem. Truth be told, my visit today was motivated by a report received by one of my subordinates. Word is that an unsavory character has been visiting the House of Argyle recently.”
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Miles:  “Could you be speaking of me?" Miles said, chiming in. "If so, I must sincerely apologize for giving the duchess herself cause to come all the way out here.” He had the same servile tone as before, but his eyes took Crusch in quite openly. His gaze was frankly unsettling. No one wants to be looked at like an object being appraised.
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Crusch:  “Setting aside the question of exactly who it is, my subordinate was told that this person is a slave trader."