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, They then head off to look for Jarett. The party heads back to the castle and finds the Marquetian mercenary doing his job, crossbow at the ready.
DM: It doesn't take you long. He is still stationed as one of the central figures guarding the actual castle of Whitestone itself. Similar to the place you saw him last time you guys had a conversation walking up to the castle. He stands there with his crossbow at the ready, giving a long view over the surrounding valley before he watches you approach. "Friends, you have returned. I hope all is well on your end. Can I be of service?"
Player: You can tell us all about where you're from, actually. Did you leave Marquet a long time ago?
DM: "It was maybe ten, nine years ago, and it was not under the best terms. Probably would be in jail had I not got away."
Player: Oh, really?
DM: "They are not very forgiving of broken laws there, and based on certain judgments... let's just say a slap on the wrist usually takes the wrist with it."
Player: What did you do?
DM: (sighs) "Whatever was needed for survival."
