conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for a story with the title 'The Doom Brigade'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Doom Brigade
  Selquist quenched the light and walked majestically out the door, accompanied by Pestle and Mortar. Auger trailed behind, carrying the lamb.
  The Hall of the Thanes was located in the center of Celebundin and sounded a lot grander than it was really was. The main roads of the town ran from the meeting hall to the edge of town like the spokes on a wheel. Ring roads connected the spoke roads, and the dwarves' dwellings were built in between. The town had no wall, but every building was made of stone, each constructed like a small fort.
  The hill dwarves of Celebundin didn't like being cooped up inside a wall. Walls reminded them of their Thorbardin cousins. Reminded the hill dwarves of the terrible days after the Cataclysm, when the mountain dwarves had shut the gates of the walls of Thorbardin in the faces of their beloved cousins, leaving the hill dwarves out in the wilderness to starve.
  Today, the Hall of the Thanes—in reality, a blockhouse about the size of four dwarf houses put together—was filled with dwarves, standing room only. Selquist, his friends, and the lamb squeezed their way through the entrance in the back and pushed and shoved their way forward.
  The High Thane's face took on a pained expression. He had once been hopeful about Selquist, but that hope had been dashed about a hundred years previous.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Doom Brigade
  Selquist quenched the light and walked majestically out the door, accompanied by Pestle and Mortar. Auger trailed behind, carrying the lamb.
  The Hall of the Thanes was located in the center of Celebundin and sounded a lot grander than it was really was. The main roads of the town ran from the meeting hall to the edge of town like the spokes on a wheel. Ring roads connected the spoke roads, and the dwarves' dwellings were built in between. The town had no wall, but every building was made of stone, each constructed like a small fort.
  The hill dwarves of Celebundin didn't like being cooped up inside a wall. Walls reminded them of their Thorbardin cousins. Reminded the hill dwarves of the terrible days after the Cataclysm, when the mountain dwarves had shut the gates of the walls of Thorbardin in the faces of their beloved cousins, leaving the hill dwarves out in the wilderness to starve.
  Today, the Hall of the Thanes—in reality, a blockhouse about the size of four dwarf houses put together—was filled with dwarves, standing room only. Selquist, his friends, and the lamb squeezed their way through the entrance in the back and pushed and shoved their way forward.
  The High Thane's face took on a pained expression.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Halfway to the center of the town, they came across the Market Guild Tavern, a squat, two-story building that advertised itself as a "drinking and eating establishment with rooms to let." Peering in the window, Slith saw several uniforms that matched the one he wore.
  The dwarf started, by force of habit, to give a draconian salute. Slith smacked his arm. "You're a dwarf, now. Remember?"
  Slith continued on down the street, intending to investigate the center of the village, where the meeting hall was located. It had occurred to him that he might find the war chief here. What better person to ask about dwarven military plans than the head of the militia himself?
  As Slith was strolling down the street, he noticed a female dwarf heading his direction. They would have to pass each other. He steered over to the opposite side of the street, tried to look nonchalant, as if he were out for an evening stroll. It would never do to let her get close to him. He looked like a dwarf, but he still smelled like a draconian.
  The female was staring at him, probably one of those who were attracted to dwarves in uniform. Slith averted his eyes, hoping she would ignore him.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Slith averted his eyes, hoping she would ignore him." Peering in the window, Slith saw several uniforms that matched the one he wore.
  The dwarf started, by force of habit, to give a draconian salute. Slith smacked his arm. "You're a dwarf, now. Remember?"
  Slith continued on down the street, intending to investigate the center of the village, where the meeting hall was located. It had occurred to him that he might find the war chief here. What better person to ask about dwarven military plans than the head of the militia himself?
  As Slith was strolling down the street, he noticed a female dwarf heading his direction. They would have to pass each other. He steered over to the opposite side of the street, tried to look nonchalant, as if he were out for an evening stroll. It would never do to let her get close to him. He looked like a dwarf, but he still smelled like a draconian.
  The female was staring at him, probably one of those who were attracted to dwarves in uniform.Halfway to the center of the town, they came across the Market Guild Tavern, a squat, two-story building that advertised itself as a "drinking and eating establishment with rooms to let.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last paragraph.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The rest of the dwarves packed up, prepared to leave, carrying as much treasure as they could possibly manage and then some. Pestle could barely move; he jingled when he walked. Auger, draped all over in precious gems, was endeavoring to decide which valuable necklace to give to which girlfriend. All of them were nearly bent double with the load, except Selquist.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: All of them were nearly bent double with the load, except Selquist. Pestle could barely move; he jingled when he walked. Auger, draped all over in precious gems, was endeavoring to decide which valuable necklace to give to which girlfriend.The rest of the dwarves packed up, prepared to leave, carrying as much treasure as they could possibly manage and then some.