conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for a book with the title 'Here There Be Dragons'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Here There Be Dragons
  Nodding, Data helped the injured lieutenant into the chapel, then closed the door behind him. He rejoined the captain on the cart, and they surveyed the courtyard ahead of them.
  Picard saw a puzzling sight: several of the guards dragging the bodies of recently slain people into piles. The corpses were all of filthy and emaciated men. His puzzled stare made Kirsch snort.
  Before the scholar could reply, one of the guards came over. "You there," he snapped. "Off that cart. We're commandeering it for these bodies."
  Picard led them up to the main door. The guard on duty heard his story and then allowed them to enter. Once inside, they were pushed to the side by other guards. As they watched, more guards were pouring down a flight of stairs. There was the sound of much banging from the end of that passageway.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Picard straightened up, shaking the guard's hands from him. "Thank you, sir," he said. "I appreciate the assistance."
  Volker studied Kirsch. "Didn't the duke send you into slavery?" he asked. "I recall something about heresy."
  Kirsch managed a wan smile. "You have an exceptional memory, Captain. Fortunately, Lukas and Dieter saved me when the slave train was attacked by a dragon. They slew the beast."
  Volker threw himself into the duke's chair and looked at Picard. "You appear to have made a singular impression on the heretic here. Is what he says true?"
  Picard was caught in a serious dilemma here. He was forbidden to tell these people the truth, and yet it was quite plain that he would be murdered casually if he didn't have some kind of story to offer them. "The truth?" he repeated, stalling for time. Then an idea came to him. "In a sense, I suppose what he says is quite correct, yes."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: "Thank you, sir," he said. "I appreciate the assistance."
  Volker studied Kirsch. "Didn't the duke send you into slavery?" he asked. "I recall something about heresy."
  Kirsch managed a wan smile. "You have an exceptional memory, Captain. Fortunately, Lukas and Dieter saved me when the slave train was attacked by a dragon. They slew the beast."
  Volker threw himself into the duke's chair and looked at Picard. "You appear to have made a singular impression on the heretic here. Is what he says true?"
  Picard was caught in a serious dilemma here. He was forbidden to tell these people the truth, and yet it was quite plain that he would be murdered casually if he didn't have some kind of story to offer them. "The truth?" he repeated, stalling for time. Then an idea came to him. "In a sense, I suppose what he says is quite correct, yes."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: As the room began to empty, Beverly came over to him. "How are you feeling, Jean-Luc?" she asked. "Any aftereffects from all of your adventures on the planet?"
  Picard chuckled. "Oh, and I meant to ask you. I saw Smolinske's name on the sick list. But there was no mention of any injuries. Could you enlighten me a little?"