It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Vax then heads back to the tavern as you is asking about Sand-kheg's Hide and is disgusted with the process by which it is made.
DM: Keeping a very close watch on the path you took and marking it mentally back to the Debt's Respite. It's probably a good mile off from where you guys were, if not a little further. You guys continue your conversation, go about your own business. Eventually, Vax returns with the information, the path of wherever this letter was dropped off to.
Player: Just curious, have you ever had the Sandkheg Hide?
DM: "Are you serious?"
Player: Yeah. I'm just asking.
DM: "No, I ain't drinking that bullshit."
Player: Really?
DM: "Yeah."
Player: Too stiff for you?
DM: "Too stiff for anyone! It's-- what?"
Player: I mean, I hear only real bosses can drink that jazz.
DM: "That's not a drink. That's probably squeezed from the arsehole of some sort of beast out in the desert. I prefer my stuff taken from berries and the sweet stuff."
Player: What do you mean, some beast? Who'd make a drink out of some animal's whatever?
DM: "Have you have some, have you tasted it?"
Player: Yeah!
DM: "Then I guess you know what an animal's bum tastes like, eh?"
Player: (sputters) Hold on. You mean they squeeze the asshole of something out there?
DM: "Oh, completely!"
Player: No!
DM: "They hold it down and just squeeze its abdomen and the whole sandkheg spews out into this little glass barrel and then you pay for it. Top dollar."
Player: Yeah, it's 300 something gold!
DM: "Oh, did you buy some?"
Player: No.
DM: Make an insight check.
Player: Three.
DM: You brain is filled with image of whatever creature your imagination has come up with being held down.
Player: It's a giant, hairy water yak.
DM: And it is squeezing some sort of yellowish liquid from its abdomen into a glass wine bottle, and you're now looking over at Percy and Keyleth who had just had sips of this earlier. It's not sitting well with your stomach.
Player: We were gifted a bottle, and a couple of my friends had partook.
DM: (cackles)
