conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  The Royal Academy concert hall was filled to the brim, mostly with nobility invited from various countries. They listened raptly as the musicians performed, none the wiser to the chaos that would shortly ensue.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Lady Loretta and Lady Pepi will be up soon, Miss Claire." Rae said, her eyes on the schedule.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I know."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I-I hope they can focus on their performance." Lilly said with worry.
conversations.prefix: Lilly:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I’m sure they’ll be just fine." I soothed. I kept a watchful eye on the concert hall but couldn’t help but feel a sense of fore­boding… There are too many soldiers present. There must be private troops belonging to House Achard among them. What are you plotting, Clément?
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Pepi and Loretta took the stage. I remembered Pepi telling me it was her dream to play violin at a concert with Loretta accompanying her on the piano. It seemed her long-held dream was finally coming true, here and now.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Pepi readied her violin and smiled at Loretta. Loretta took her place at the piano and signaled to Pepi that she was ready. Together, they began to play.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Pepi, Loretta… You’re both so wonderful.
conversations.prefix: Claire: