conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  He stopped and spoke in a low baritone voice, bearing all the grace of a king. “My people. Listen to this girl, just this once. She has something to say.” Everyone—even Arla—went silent.
conversations.prefix: Thane:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Rae Taylor, what do you have to say?” Thane prompted.
conversations.prefix: Thane:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Thank you, Your Majesty.” Rae addressed the crowd again. “My beloved countrymen, what is it you desire?” She spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully. I could tell she was focusing on her tone and expression as well. “Is it to kill nobility? I would think not. I believe what you truly yearn for is stability in your lives.” The crowd was perplexed. The majority still seemed out for blood, but some—a few—connected with Rae’s words. “Master Dole and Miss Claire have worked harder than anybody to bring peace to us all. What reason do we have to kill them?”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “But we, the people—”
conversations.prefix: Man:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You are individuals before you are a group! You there, what is your name?” Rae questioned the man. He clammed up, so she moved on. “Then what about you, who threw the rock?
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