It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Mollymauk Tealeaf, a tiefling blood hunter . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  However, upon noticing that some of the buildings on the eastern side of town began to light up with what appeared to be flame, you began to approach rather rapidly, seeing members of the city's citizens fleeing, screaming, and apparently there seemed to be some sort of attack. Upon going into the town, you realized that a number of these buildings were being set fire by an incursion of Gnolls.
DM: "I haven't looked around, to be perfectly honest. I've been a little focused on--" and he gestures out with his hands at the rubble that was once his life.
Player: You had a lot of meat, didn't you?
DM: "Well, you have to present meat. A lot of people around here eat meat."
Player: Would you say that you offer a larger selection of meat than some of the other establishments in town?
DM: "If you're asking me, then the best meat. Don't know about quantity, but quality was--" (tongue click)
Player: I feel like I've been robbed of the experience of your fine, fine meat products, and I, for one, would like you to rebuild so that I might try some of your meats.
DM: "Well, if at some point the gracious gods see fit to bequeath upon me a strike of good luck and I can get to rebuilding, my friend, one day, you may be able to try one of my meats."
Player: I'm going to take a look-- Is the friend who's dead skeletonized?
DM: Oh, yeah, burnt charred.
Player: Oh, burnt, okay. Where is this butcher that you mentioned as well?
DM: "Oh that's--" He steps out through where the doorframe is still standing, the one that you defended yourself through most of that battle, just a free-standing frame now.
