It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Fjord, a half-orc warlock . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Beau and a disguised Caleb head to the docks, while you goes upstairs. He and Avantika chat before she begins  keeping him busy .
DM: "Just open the fucking door." "Okay." The door comes open. You see there, crunched down in the room, head hunched forward, is Bouldergut, who's been holding vigil at the doorway. (grunts) Pats you into the chamber. You get pushed in. Avantika's sitting on the edge of the bed, currently reading through a book with the window open outside, and goes, "Quartermaster."
Player: Captain.
DM: "Bouldergut, if you would be so kind as to keep watch on the hallway for a bit." Bouldergut goes, "Okay. If I hear any--" "If you hear anything, don't bother." "Okay." She leaves the chamber, closes the door behind her. Closes the book, sets it on a small table.
Player: She's very loyal.
DM: "That is my favorite kind of person."
Player: How long has Bouldergut been with you in your service?
DM: "Going on the better part of a decade. We actually both met when I was first beginning my career."
Player: Quite some time. How have your evenings been?
DM: "Well, very busy with our attempt to make it to Darktow and keep things organized in preparation. So. Lonely."
Player: Any more dreams?
DM: "A few."
Player: Tell me.
DM: "How about I show you instead?"
Player: Yes. I'd like that.
DM: So you begin keeping her busy.
