human
Al:  “And ain’t no one gonna accuse me of being ungrateful. I’ll guide you around that island. But…”
gpt
Al:  “Mn. That will help. Fighting… That is my job.” He stopped short of saying that when the enemy showed up, he was going to run away with his tail between his legs. If Arakiya, who actually had a tail, was so determined, Al could hardly go around whining. With their minds made up, Al squeezed out of the crevice among the rocks and looked at the accursed island, the home of the sword slaves, where a bunch of spectators were being held hostage, and a bunch of people who were either very brave or very stupid had declared war against the empire… Al tilted his head from side to side to get the water out of his ears. “All right, so we know we’re going. But how do we get there?” he said, frowning. He was confronted with the same thing that made it necessary to lower the drawbridge in the first place: the lake that surrounded the island, chock-full of demon beasts. The lake they had to cross if they wanted to make it to land. That was the first hurdle. The first thing between him and repaying his savior.