It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Scanlan Shorthalt, a gnome bard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, you sings a jaunting welcoming song,  Hello, we're here to pay you calling. Hello, hello, I don't know what rhymes with calling.
DM: As you scamper by, behind Magrim, following him towards the kitchen area of the abode, Magrim stops and turns, rubs his stomach, goes (groaning) and continues walking forward, seemingly unperturbed by the sound.
Player: I'm snooping around, trying to see if there's any lords or higher ranking individuals in the area.
DM: Okay, I'll say within the time that you have within the house, you wander through quite a few rooms. There's a wonderful music room, which contains a number of dwarven instruments that you've read of and many instruments that you know as well. You actually find another, what do you call it again? A shawm?
Player: Shawm.
DM: A shawm. You find another shawm within, more finely crafted than the one that you have.
Player: Oh fuck.
DM: A gift of lords, if you will.
