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, you'ahlia goes to find Zahra who is reading in the castle. She tells Zahra she used her arrow and they've killed Umbrasyl.
DM: You head off and, asking around, you find Zahra is actually up in Castle Whitestone right now, just poring through one of the studies of books, and is just currently reading and reading on her own. As you eventually ask around and find your way there, entering the room, you see her with a small set of spectacles at the end of her nose. She takes them off and, "My darling Vex'ahlia!" And comes up and just gives you a big hug and picks you up and sets you down. "I'm so glad to see you're all right."
Player: Dear, the dragon arrow you gave me? Killed him. Well, I didn't kill him, actually, with it, but I did a lot of damage.
DM: "You killed a dragon?"
Player: Umbrasyl. Dead. One down.
DM: "I knew you would."
Player: Where's Cashew?
DM: "I don't know. He's testy these days. I'm sure he's around."
Player: I know his name is fucking Kashaw. So he's not there.
DM: "Probably down in the city somewhere. He's helping where he can. You know broody types."
Player: I do know broody types.
DM: Yes, you do.
Player: What are you reading?
DM: "Oh, I'm just learning about the history of Whitestone and I'm very intrigued as to the actual properties of this stone the entire town is built on. There's a lot of really, really interesting things that can be done with the materials in these mountains."
