human
Lomca:  Lomca rifled through the papers he was carrying. “We really don’t have enough money… They used almost all of it. But it’s not like we can raise taxes, considering the circumstances—we should probably lower them, if anything. Or better yet, send money to everyone.”
gpt
Lomca:  Lomca pursed his lips, feeling a keen sense of duty.
human
Magistrate:  The magistrate gave a defeated look. “Perhaps we should request aid somewhere.”
gpt
Lomca:  “If need be, we can sell what’s left in the treasure vault. We’ll figure it out.” As they hurried along, their path was suddenly cut off by three men. Lomca gasped when he caught sight of their faces. These were the last survivors of the cult.
human
Cult Member:  “That’s a very interesting idea you were discussing, Your Highness. If you’re clearing out treasure, by all means, let us help.” One man said with a snicker.
gpt
Lomca:  “Get out of here! Who do you think left this country in such a mess? !” Lomca snapped.
human
Cult Member:  “That isn’t very convincing coming from a man who kept quiet the whole time.” Another one of the ruffians countered, sneering.
gpt
Cult Member:  His cohorts burst out laughing, causing Lomca to flush in anger. Yet he felt cold sweat trickle down his back at the same time.
human
Lomca:  He glanced over at the magistrate, who had gone pale. They exchanged a look. Just when it looked like they might be able to edge past the men, they found their path blocked again. Lomca felt despair settling over him
gpt
Unknown Man:  “I’m here to have a chat with the people running Cezar. Is it all right with you if I clear these guys out, Prince Lomca?”
human
Lomca:  “Yes! They drove our country into the ground, and I want them gone!”
gpt
Unknown Man:  “I won’t hold back, then.” The unfamiliar man replied, and he struck immediately. Just as the three men were turning around indignantly, a spell shot out from the man’s hands, entangling them.