It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Mollymauk Tealeaf, a tiefling blood hunter . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, you/Lucien/Nonagon told their group to scatter and vanish if things went wrong and wait till he returned. They buried him in the woods outside the hideout.
DM: "Well, that spell-spitter lady from the capital. She said you were gone, she took the book and left, and her contract said she was in the right and that we knew better than to go toe to toe with her and her ilk."
Player: Obviously. Is everybody else all right? I know it has been a while. I had to stay underground.
DM: "Unfortunately, Jurrel met with the axe of the law shortly after you left us."
Player: Damn shame.
DM: "Zoran, Ottis, and Tyffial have all scattered amongst the empire..."
Player: Damn shame.
DM: "But, do you want me to find the others?"
Player: No, actually I'm--
DM: "I know where Tyffial is!"
Player: Where is Tyffial? I would rather obviously deliver everything in person. Honestly if I had known you were here I would've made arrangements. I didn't want to shock you.
DM: "She's up in Nogvurot. We can travel there, I can send a message and have her come down to us."
Player: I'm working on something very delicate, I need everything to be very quiet.
DM: "Very well, Nonagon."
