human
Ubirk:  "Well, she is our trump card." Ubirk turned and looked at Priscilla. His eyes were so deep. It was impossible to tell what emotion they held.
gpt
Ubirk:  "I’m going to have to ask you to stay with us for a while. Although, I admit that might seem like hubris when I consider that the Nine Divine Generals are going to reduce this place to dust."
human
Priscilla:  "Hoh. So you have a plan? Something that will foil the emperor’s own generals?" Priscilla raised an eyebrow.
gpt
Ubirk:  "Let’s just say that you have your emperor…and we have our Empress."
human
Priscilla:  The word empress caught Priscilla’s attention. "…someone strong enough to challenge for the imperial throne."