It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vex Vex'ahlia, a half-elf ranger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Grog convinces Tary to eat a mouthful of dirt, saying it's a local custom. Keyleth transports them from Terrah to Greyskull Keep in Emon.
DM: You're eventually led to this individual who, pointed out, is dressed simply at first glance. The clothing he wears, just a plain white, billowing shirt, nice tailored pants, and some boots that go just up to the mid-calf. Dark brown-red skin, completely shaved, smooth, bald, shining in the sun, no facial hair, with piercing blue-grey eyes. As soon as you begin to approach, he's finishing a conversation with someone and turns to you and flashes the brightest of white smiles and goes, "Hello! Ah, you look like you are looking for some help, or in aid of something, yes? No?"
Player: Yes.
DM: You're staring at me. What do you want?
Player: We are-- I don't know if you've noticed, but the city has just been saved.
DM: I have noticed it, strangely enough. I've watched it be saved, and--
Player: Yes, then you maybe saw us in the fray, and now, after saving this beautiful city, we are on our way to the middle of the fucking sea. Would somebody be able to take us?
DM: Well, are you looking for a-- to purchase a vessel?
Player: No. To rent a crew of well-seasoned sailors who know their way around the ocean.
DM: I guess it really depends on the size of the vessel you're taking-- what ship do you have?
