conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  The ghost ship’s appearance threw the entire town into an uproar. The local lord proclaimed a state of emergency, and would have sent a runner to request military aid, but—
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “We’re trapped.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Claire complained, and she was right. The fog blanketing the outskirts of the town had us all penned in.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “This fog is magical in nature.”
conversations.prefix: Misha:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Misha said, calmly analyzing the situation. She, along with everyone in the town with the ability to fight, had come to the courtyard of the local lord’s mansion in order to discuss what could and couldn’t be done.
conversations.prefix: Misha: