P: “Tis grand news, darlin’, Caitlin MacIain.”
C: “Wot tis it good priest?”
P: “Ye been chosen, me darlin’, ah a rare gift indeed.”
C: “Uh say wot?”
P: “Dante, of course. My courageous darlin’ ye'll be a hero!”
C: “Are you cracked! Ah, tis a cold day in hell afor I agree ta such rot! I’m not goin to become the main course fer some overstuffed $%$&$#%@# dragon!” {she walks away}
P: “But child, if ye are choosen to freely give yoreself to him, ye’ll be guaranteed a choice in yer next life for sure.”
C: “I not be leavin this life right now, thank ye kindly!”
Can you understand what they are saying? Would putting in the dialog help? Any ideas how to make this story feel Celtic if not using dialog? Any help would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!