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, Upon hearing this news, Treev's demeanor slowly transitions from one of jovialness to one of acceptance. Percy informs Treev of their intent to overthrow Vorgual and free the Ravenites, but to do so they need his assistance in locating the owner of Cabal's Ruin, whom Treev reveals to be Mistress Asharru, one of his finest and most expensive.
DM: "She's one of our finest, and expensive because of it. But friend, she's been off for a week since her last job, so mayhaps her schedule is open. Would have to inquire. Write me a summary of your job you have for her. I'll have it delivered. Her answer may take a week or so."
Player: We do not have, sadly, a week or so. The dragon falls in two weeks.
DM: "Well, write her a letter, she'll receive it, and she'll return to you when she sees it fit. Our business is our business. If you don't like it, shove off, find someone else."
Player: Sadly no one else will do. Not that I want to inquire of the sort of business she's in, because that's inappropriate, but is she in the town at least? If we were to write her, could we get word to her quickly?
DM: "Why, I can get word to her immediately, but it's up to her when she wants to respond."
Player: Is there anything else you can tell me about her?
DM: He starts giving you a curious look and goes, "You come in here asking to hire one of my finest and don't know what work she does?"
Player: I know what work she does.
DM: "What work do you need her for?"
Player: We need to save the world.
DM: "And you need her help to save the world."
