It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Percival de Rolo, a human gunslinger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Suddenly, Aldor reacts from the back of the room, alarmed and ready to run in the event that she is present. Vanessa tells him that it is okay, Lyra is currently away helping her uncle, Randi.
DM: "Just a moment!" Suddenly the door, whoosh!, slams open and before you, you see Victor, half covered in soot, has a big old thick pair of glasses on his face, one of which is cracked. You can see his chin now has this puffed out, partially burnt and curled bit of a goatee at the very tip of his chin. He looks up at you with these giant eyes that are projected and magnified by his eyewear. "Can I help you?!"
Player: Yes, it's Percival. Do you remember me?
DM: "No!"
Player: Excellent.
DM: "Is that all?!"
Player: I was hoping to procure some black powder again. We had a-- we made a deal last time--
DM: "Yes, yes, come in, please come in!"
Player: Do I have to? Okay.
DM: He turns around and heads back inside.
