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, Jarrett seems elated at the news. you also mentions that Scanlan has left Whitestone.
DM: And look, I understand that, and I warned him. He knew full well the dangers involved; he's a much stronger man than I am. Who was I to tell him this? And he's very persuasive.
Player: He is. When was the first time you gave it to him?
DM: Not more than maybe a week or two ago?
Player: Thank you. Thank you for giving them to me.
DM: Yes, it was burning a hole in my pocket. And I don't want to hold onto it.
Player: I understand.
DM: Sorry.
Player: I appreciate your service, Jarrett.
DM: I appreciate your understanding.
Player: Get better. Keep training.
DM: Yes, I should do that.
Player: All right.
DM: He turns around, "You lot heard nothing! Nock your crossbows, nock--" (whack) and slaps one guy on the back of the head. "All right. Focus up, on the targets," and you hear him begin taking a few volleys off in the distance as you walk your way back to the castle. The rest of you, as you walk through Whitestone, Taryon, you watch this beautiful, wonderfully slightly backwards city--
