conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Sassal was erupting, just as Rod and Lilly had feared.
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conversations.value:  “What in the world…” Claire whispers in confusion.
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conversations.value:  I raised an earth magic barrier to protect us from the flames and debris, and we waited long minutes for the quake to run its course. Fire and rock continued to rain down upon us, but eventually, the ground grew still again. “I think it’s okay now.” The premature timing of the eruption worried me, but this particular earthquake wouldn’t have any aftershocks—if things were still on course. I moved off Claire and stood up to survey the situation. The once-beautiful audience room was in ruins. The furnishings were smashed to pieces, and burning cinders littered the floor.
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conversations.value:  “Your Majesty!” The guard cries, drawing our attention to King l’Ausseil, who had fallen from his throne. He lay collapsed on the floor, bleeding from a head wound.
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Rae, heal him!”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Before she even said the words, I was on the floor next to the king, trying to use healing magic. “I can’t… He has already passed.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What…? !”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  This part was in line with the game. The king died at this point in fiction too. “Where are Salas and Cardinal Lilly? !” Claire exclaimed. They were nowhere to be seen. I knew from playing the game that Salas used the commotion to escape, though Lilly had never showed up in this moment, not even as the masked assassin. And yet. I was trying to avoid this… Mt. Sassal wasn’t supposed to erupt for a few more days. If we hadn’t had to battle Lilly, and I’d been at full power, I could have used protective magic on the entire room. Was King l’Ausseil fated to die, no matter what I did? Was there no changing that part of the game? And why had the eruption happened so fast…?
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Rae… Rae! Get it together.”
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  I realized I was looking up at Claire. When had I ended up on my knees?
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Forget about Salas and Cardinal Lilly for a minute. We have quite a lot to do.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire…”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “The last time Mt. Sassal erupted, it caused a massive famine and water shortage. The kingdom will soon be in crisis, and King l’Ausseil isn’t here to see us through it.”
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conversations.value:  That was right—the damage done by the eruption itself would be nothing compared to the aftermath. Volcanic ash had by now covered the entire capital, and it would ruin the crops in the middle of harvest season. What I knew from playing the game, Claire had learned by studying history. Clever, capable King l’Ausseil was gone. We had to choose a new sovereign.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Guards, contact the head of the House of Lords. Call an emergency meeting. Then ensure the safety of Master Rod and Master Thane.” Dazed, I watched Claire issue perfect rapid-fire instructions to the guards. Suddenly, I felt my cheek burn with pain. "Get it together!"
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