It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Beauregard Lionett called Beau, a human monk . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, They join Avantika's crew at their table. Jester decides to fight a gnome seaman, Sorris Cade, at his invitation, and they have a friendly glorious bar fight until she decides that's enough and heals him a bit.
DM: Declare, thank you. "You must declare the amount of which you have recently come upon, and from that there is a tithe offer to the Plank King, roughly about 25-30%. But we do not pay for our ship repairs, we have free asylum here within the island, and we are under the strict law that if anyone double-crosses anyone else within the bounds of the city, they will have the hammer of the Plank King down upon them."
Player: It's very intense.
DM: "That is the way of life."
Player: So it's less like a government and more of a union that you buy into?
DM: "More or less, yes. They're not much into governing, more just--"
Player: Like a union with a dictator?
DM: "A union with a very hard-headed and forthright union leader."
Player: "Hmm. Do you ever think you could make a good union leader?"
DM: "Nah. I have my own specific interests, they're much more narrow."
Player: Huh.
DM: "Why, do you have aspirations?"
Player: No.
DM: "I didn't think so."
Player: Who needs aspirations?
DM: "Well, some of us do. There has to be more to you than just this contradictory-for-the-sake-of-being-contradictory aspect, eh?"
Player: I would love for you to tell me about it someday.
DM: "Come, let's have a drink, huh? First round's on me."
