It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Pike Trickfoot, a gnome cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Back at the bakery, Tary gives the Trickfoots the run of the shop (to the chagrin of Vex and you, who don't entirely trust the newcomers). Everyone retires to get ready for dinner.
DM: "Well, I've been watching Ogden. Traveling and seeing the sights of the countrysides of Tal'Dorei. It's life on the road."
Player: I know. I understand that. How are my parents?
DM: She looks around and goes, "Well, we haven't heard from your immediate side of the family since your bastard father left for Wynandia across the sea. Good riddance. No offense."
Player: No. None taken.
DM: "That was a long time ago. I was young. But no, seriously. You're not missing much with them."
Player: Can I insight check her?
DM: Go for it.
Player: Oh no. 13?
DM: 13? She seems guarded and hard to read, but legit.
Player: Okay. Well. Have you guys, in your travels-- you know who Scanlan Shorthalt is, I'm sure?
DM: She lights up and goes, "Yes, I've heard of him. Is he around?"
Player: He's not around.
DM: "Oh. Okay, but I've heard of him. I've heard of his exploits. (chuckles) As I've asked around, he's left quite a trail of ladies through the years."
Player: He definitely has.
DM: "They have a lot to say about him."
Player: Yes.
DM: "Bit of a scoundrel, that one."
