human
Would rather be a toad gnawing the root of a tree, than a machine to pace a dozen yards of grass, taunted an ugly voice.
gpt
Admit me into the hut, Sir Sentry. Know you I have this day been ordained a priest of Holy Church, and 'tis my duty to reason with the fair impenitent. Shall defy me, rascal? I can mutter a spell that shall knock the sword from your hand and shake your body with ague.
human
Begone! muttered the soldier.
gpt
I talk with none while on my duty.