It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Beauregard Lionett called Beau, a human monk . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, While you throws wild haymakers, missing with her first hit, Dairon retaliates with only very light, disciplined taps. you's next few hits land hard.
DM: As you guys are all finishing your drinks and standing up to leave the table, a familiar voice pipes in from the center of the tavern. "Beauregard?"
Player: (groans)
DM: And the Archivist who was there earlier during the trial in the stockade. "It's been difficult to find you. Do you mind if we speak?"
Player: Hey, Zeenoth! Hey. It's been all of about twenty minutes since I've seen you last.
DM: "Yes, um, would you walk with me? I believe we have much to discuss."
Player: Okay.
DM: "Don't worry. She'll be returned to you. Just--"
