It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Percival de Rolo, a human gunslinger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, He takes a drink. Ipkesh asks what their business is.
DM: "I have not met them, but stories do swirl, and find my ears. It does all of us well here to know what's going on."
Player: Well, I will admit, we have some questions.
DM: "Well, perhaps I have some answers."
Player: We've heard of a-- would you call it a prison? An underground series of cells, beneath the tower? Beneath the tower, beneath the city. That's where we think we might find our boy.
DM: "There is a prison here, yes. I know it well."
Player: You know it well, I would hope not from personal experience?
DM: "Oh, no, no. It imprisons many things, but-- I would be blunt with you as well. We live here under the interest of business, yes?"
Player: I understand.
DM: "Information is a resource."
Player: A very, very great one. There is a prison, underground, people go there. Perhaps this is an easy question to ask that will flow freewy-- freely. What is this? Why do people get sent to that prison?
DM: "What do you have to offer for my information?"
Player: What are you in the market for? I have dull things, but I get the distinct impression you're not necessarily somebody who's going to be interested in coin?
DM: "I prefer not to dole out small tidbits. I prefer to bundle in larger packages."
Player: I understand. How do I know that what you have to offer is worthwhile?
DM: "I can--"
Player: I have a proposal.
DM: "Hm, tempt me."
