human
The old ways are the best, muttered Wabiti.
gpt
It brought nothing but misfortune when our Great Gorol was broken to bits.
human
The old ways are the only right ways, said Vanga, her sharp features screwed into a grimace of hatred.
gpt
Once our tribe had a wise man, a one-eyed witch-doctor named Cimbula, who could always help us when the gods were angry. Now we have Tahara, but as for me, I like Cimbula better. His single eye glowed like fire and terrified all the tribe. But he treated me with respect and his magic was strong.
human
Don't sit there doing nothing! You, Veena, bring a basket of fruit and a gourd of honey and crushed grapes for my friend the great Chief Wabiti.
gpt
I hear, I obey,
human
As for you others, Vanga ordered,
gpt
Cimbula! Come out of hiding, O mighty magic worker!