conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Pitiful.” She aimed the tip of her magic wand at Salas. “This time it’s truly the end, Salas Lilium.” It was time Salas paid the price for his actions. He was arrested by the government soldiers who had served him before.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What’s going on?”
conversations.prefix: Soldiers:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “So, who’s the bad guy here?”
conversations.prefix: Soldiers:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Who are we supposed to execute?” Confusion rippled through the crowd. It started small, then gained momentum, building until the chatter was like rumbling thunder.
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Silence!” A voice drowned out all the noise. All at once, everything became quiet. “So Salas was a villain, then. So what?” The voice belonged to Arla Manuel, the woman who stood at the helm of the revolution. “You think we’re just going to call the revolution off because of that?”
conversations.prefix: Arla:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “We weren’t manipulated into starting this revolution by anybody. This revolution has been a long time coming.” Arla’s voice was by no means beautiful, but something about it made one want to listen. Like my father, she had inborn charisma. “The nobility abandoned us. They left us to starve! I don’t care what reasons there were, someone must pay for their crimes, and who better than these two elites of the nobility?” Unlike Salas, Arla had no dirty secrets we could reveal. It was hard to argue against her.
conversations.prefix: Arla:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Down with the old world!”
conversations.prefix: Crowd:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Kill the aristocrats!”
conversations.prefix: Crowd:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Long live the revolution!” It certainly didn’t help that the commoners were on her side, their shouts only gaining in intensity. Rae tried to speak, but nobody cared to pay her any mind at this point.
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