human
Doan:  Doan goes over the details of the case as they make their way to the tavern.
gpt
Doan:  The tavern singer’s name was Delia. She was an attractive woman with a good voice that had earned her quite a bit of popularity. About a month ago, she began singing a new song. The tavern patrons raved about the melody, which was redolent with melancholy and nostalgia. Before long, however, some of them began committing suicide. Not everyone who heard the song was discovered dead, but as about thirty people had already fallen victim to it, the tavern owner was considering canceling the performances. Once that rumor got out into town, more and more people came to sample the “killer song.” The owner suddenly found himself with a crowd too large to turn away, and performances continued.
human
Tinasha:  Frowning. "That’s terrible. I can’t help them if they want to die of curiosity. Are the people going to the brothel acting the same way?”
gpt
Doan:  “The brothel? What are you talking about?”
human
Tinasha:  “I heard there are two singers causing this.”
gpt
Doan:  “That’s the first I’ve heard of it. I only know about Delia.”
human
Tinasha:  “Huh?” Tinasha spat reflexively. "He’s got some nerve trying to pull off a cheap trick on me…”
gpt
Doan:  “I don’t really understand, but please be gentle with our king.”
human
Doan:  Consulting the map, he led the way through sparsely populated back streets so they could save on trouble.
gpt
Tinasha:  Snapping her fingers. “If you like, I can go on alone, and you can head back.”
human
Doan:  “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m going, too. I’m a mage, and I don’t believe in superstitions.”
gpt
Tinasha:  “Come along, then.” Urged Tinasha.