conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Master Dole and Madam Melia had been invited to a party held by a powerful rival noble. While they were puzzled by the sudden invitation, their would-be-host’s social status left them unable to decline without giving offense, so they attended the party, where they were welcomed warmly enough to make them even more suspicious. They eventually left, still puzzled. On their way home, however, their carriage collided with one belonging to a commoner.
conversations.prefix: Master Dole:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Are Father and Mother okay?”
conversations.prefix: Servant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “The Master was hurt, but his injuries are minor. But the Madam…”
conversations.prefix: Servant:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Mother?! What happened? !”
conversations.prefix: Servant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Her condition is serious. The surgeons of the Spiritual Church are doing everything they can to save her.”
conversations.prefix: Servant:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Lene…”
conversations.prefix: Servant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “It will be okay. The Madam wouldn’t leave you, Miss Claire. Let’s trust in the protection of the spirits.” I didn’t know if I was trying to convince her or myself, but I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
conversations.prefix: Servant: