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, The party share tales from their time apart. Vex, to great dismay, learns about the fate of the flying carpet.
DM: Grog, you come up to a gentleman. He's dressed in a fine velvet bright-red-and-maroon tunic, and he's carrying a small satchel at his side, and he's standing outside of a small tent and he's like, "Anyone? Come forth! I carry oddities of all kinds! If you wish to see what I have for sale, I'll be happy to sell them!" Turns and sees you. "Oh. You, sir! You look like you're in an inquiring mood."
Player: What'd you call me?
DM: "Sir. It's a respectful term."
Player: What were you saying?
DM: "I should probably go."
Player: No, wait, you said you have oddities.
DM: "Yes. Strange things from around the lands. I have them sent in from all over the continents."
Player: Go on, then. Like what?
DM: "Like--" And he reaches into his pouch and pulls out this small jar that contains a liquid, and you can see something sort of floating in this liquid. It's a little bit cloudy. "This is the eye of a basilisk I procured from the distant north of Tal'Dorei."
