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 encountered a very elderly goliath that Grog hadn't seen in quite some time named Shale, who spoke of the scouting crew that had been obliterated by the dragon. They followed Shale as she led them up the mountain, to where the dragon's current lair resides.
DM: It's just kind of makeshift. However, whoever who once ran this place is no longer here, probably left with the first or second wave of evacuees. Everyone here is just kind of doing their part to keep it going.
Player: Can I grab someone nearby that looks like they're up and about and actually accomplishing things?
DM: Yeah. There's an older woman who did not drink but just was around last evening who's done most of the cleaning-- and even though there's no reason to clean, she's still just kind of going through the motions of wiping down the counters and putting things away properly.
Player: Dear heart, um--
DM: "Yes?"
Player: Could you spread the word that there's going to be a town meeting?
DM: "A town meeting? What for?"
Player: So we can talk about how to keep everyone safe, dear.
DM: "All right."
