It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Scanlan Shorthalt, a gnome bard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The frost worm bites Keyleth, who casts Blight as payback and heals herself. Vax asks Pike for healing, then hits the visible worm.
DM: Going to ask. Sherri kinda greets you as you enter and goes, "Hello, Scanlan. Gilmore is back in Westruun, weeks away from opening his new establishment, but can I help you?"
Player: Two things. One, when he returns, he made me a potion, a while back. I'm running a bit low. It was a scrying sort of thing. When he gets back, maybe he can whip me up another batch for next time I come pay a visit, but also-- oh, yes?
DM: She puts up her hand for a second and walks off through the beaded curtains in the back, and comes back with Gilmore.
Player: Oh!
DM: Gilmore steps forth. "Terribly sorry, Scanlan, trying to keep business right now kind of on the DL. There's a special event tonight." And you see how dressed up he is. "I imagine, being part of the council, you're probably invited too."
Player: Yes, I was just going there now.
DM: "Oh, well, I'll accompany you!"
Player: All right, we'll save business for another day.
DM: "Well, what business did you have?"
Player: I just wondered-- I may want to try to find someone at some point tonight. I don't know how.
DM: "Hmm, scrying. We've had this conversation before."
Player: Yes, but a different sort, a less fecal sort.
DM: "Not going to lie, I'm very glad to hear that."
