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, Nott and Jester jump overboard as the crewman leaps from the crow's nest to the deck, breaking a leg and screaming, creating an uproar on deck. Nott and Jester make it safely to shore and stroll away to the tavern, joined shortly by Caleb and you.
DM: Okay. You only see one figure that you recognize from the crew and they are recovering from a series of stab wounds and are deep in their cups.
Player: Oh. What's-his-name.
DM: Waldok.
Player: I sit down next to Waldok with another drink and hand him a drink.
DM: He takes it and goes, "Thanks!" (hiccup)
Player: Holy shit, man. I am so sorry we couldn't have been there to protect you from these attackers.
DM: "Attackers? It's just fucking him." He points over at the other guy who's just like, "Stop rubbing it in. I'm sorry! You fucking jumped into the middle of my room at night while I was sleeping. What else am I supposed to do?" He's like, "Not stab me, asshole!"
Player: Who's the other guy's name?
DM: "That's Zoen."
