It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Jester Lavorre, a tiefling cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Checking their stomachs, they find a lot of bones, meat, and black feathers. They surmise at least part of her family didn't survive, and decide they can't leave her there, bringing her with them to Berleben, a miserable-looking but functional village in the depths of the swamp.
DM: There's one older woman going by, who's hunched, has her own hood up, and a long gray cloak. She's wearing a stained linen blouse and says, "What do you want?"
Player: Lovely weather we're having, huh?
DM: "Weather's shit."
Player: Okay! I was wondering if you could point us towards an inn, or the Keystone Pub maybe?
DM: "Keystone Pub's in the Puddles, that way."
Player: Thank you.
DM: "Look for the crooked tower thing."
Player: Can you sleep there?
DM: "I mean, you can. I wouldn't be caught dead there."
