conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for a story with the title 'The Wyrmling Horde'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Wyrmling Horde
  He came and stood close to her, only an arm's breadth away, and smiled in satisfaction. He had never been in the presence of a woman as powerful as Talon, a woman that he respected so much. He found himself attracted to her.
  In his native Dalharristan, it was the custom of old lords to marry young women, in hopes of siring one last extraordinary child. But it was not a custom that he ever hoped to engage in. The very thought sickened him. For him, marriage was a lifelong commitment. He believed that men and women should be of equal age when they married, so that they might mature, grow old, and die together. In an ideal world, the two might stand together at the last, holding hands, and die in one another's arms.
  But men who married young girls in the hope of siring children upon them were selfish. He could not imagine feeling any kind of peace as he died in old age, knowing that he had left his children only half-grown.
  But there is a closeness that two people share when they have faced death together—even when they have faced death at each other's hands.
  She grasped him by the shoulder, then pulled him close. As if reading his mind, she said, "I'm old enough to know what I want."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She consulted a mental map. There was little in the way of human settlements here for many, many miles.
  Vulgnash and the Darkling Glory slowly receded into the distance, becoming nothing more than a dark blur on her trail, miles behind. Soon, the Darkling Glory gave up the chase, and went winging toward the Rugassa.
  Yet Vulgnash clung to her trail. Perhaps he feared to displease his master, and it was fear that drove him to mindlessly follow. Or perhaps he thought that he was like a hound, and she was a fox that could be run to the ground.
  Rhianna soared over what had once been Mystarria—lush lands with rolling hills, rich with farms and towns along the rivers, and sweeping fields and forests elsewhere.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: If he sent them off, they'd have to make their way into the interior of Landesfallen, into the desert. Even if they found a place to homestead, it was too late to plant crops. The Walkin family had come a long way—just to starve.
  Something hit Borenson—harder than he'd ever been hit in his life. The blow seemed to land on the back of his head and then continue on through his whole body, rattling every fiber of his being.
  White lights flashed in his eyes and a roaring filled his ears. He tried to turn and glance behind him, but he saw no one as he fell. He hit the ground and struggled to cling to consciousness, but he felt as if he'd been bashed by a reaver's glory hammer.