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, Keyleth and you try flirting with him. Keyleth tries to stroke his muscled arm and gets her hand slapped away for her awkwardness.
DM: As your arm reaches for his bicep, his hand, belying his grumpy, half-asleep haze-- with unnatural speed reaches out and slaps your hand to the side. Not painfully, but just, "No touching the drunk dwarf."
Player: Sorry about my friend, Balgus. She's just so impressed with your muscles. We've heard amazing things about you here.
DM: "Have you?"
Player: We have. MATT "Tell me, what have you heard?" We've heard that no fighter can match your skill.
DM: "You've heard correct."
Player: We've heard that you know more about this town than anyone else.
DM: "I've been around a bit, yeah."
Player: Yeah. I bet nobody knows more about the Greyspines than you do and they've been around a long time.
DM: "Political ass minds is what they are."
