It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Fjord, a half-orc warlock . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, ”
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 The Zadash Starosta receives word that war has been declared. 4   edit 
 A page rushes in and says he needs to speak to the Starosta immediately, on orders from King Bertrand Dwendal himself. Nott uses Silent Image to create a box around her and stealths over to eavesdrop, only hearing part of the conversation, learning that the Empire has declared war on Xhorhas although it will not be announced until tomorrow.
DM: Okay. You back up towards where you guys came in, and there's a crownsguard there, arms crossed, looking up.
Player: Man, I cannot wait to see this year's Victory Pit competition! I hear the beasts are heartier than they were last year.
DM: "I certainly hope so. It's going to be a lot of fun to watch."
Player: Which one is your favorite so far?
DM: "Oh, which one?"
Player: The beast they selected this year.
DM: "Well, I haven't seen them. They keep those under wraps. It's part of the surprise."
Player: Really?
DM: "Yeah!"
Player: Man, I heard you guys were more informed than that.
DM: "Not us, that's above our pay grade."
Player: Really? Sheesh. What do you got to do to get duty like that?
DM: "Well, you probably have to go to the King's Hall and sign up for the Crownsguard. Kiss ass for a few years and maybe then."
Player: Where do the handlers of those beasts stay around here?
DM: "I don't know. That's, once again, outside of my jurisdiction. They keep a lot of things separate intentionally."
Player: Fair enough. You feel like dropping a coin on a team, remember The Mighty Nein.
DM: "Right. Appreciate that, friend."
Player: I walk away.
DM: Okay.
