It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vax Vax'ildan, a half-elf rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The Briarwoods share their version of their acquaintance with the de Rolos and inheritance of Whitestone. you does not go to meet Assum, but eventually, when the meal ends, follows the Briarwoods out of the hall and to their room.
DM: Okay. So. (creak) You open the door and enter the room, closing it behind you. As soon as you enter the room, it's a large guest room. There are two windows across the way with curtains drawn to the side. You can see the darkness of the night sky behind that, and the rest of the low-lit Cloudtop District visible, and the courtyard surrounding the palace. Immediately to the right and left of you, you see two large tables that are covered in black cloths, that are just, tables to be, you know, vases and stuff set up on them. One's clean, one has actual decor on it. There are two wooden tables immediately to the right and left of you. There's a large red rug, central to the floor, that is circular, and on the far corners next to the two windows you see armoires, like dressers, for clothing and such. In the center of the room, you see, on top of the rug, against the wall between the two windows is a large canopy bed, very beautifully carved from dark wood, has a purple cloth silk canopy that drifts down around it. And on the far end, you can see now, against one of the tables, is Lady Briarwood is currently taking jewelry off of one of her arms while Lord Briarwood is right by the bed, holding on to the post, like he's just walked over to that area.
Player: They're both at the bed?
DM: They're both at the bed.
Player: I got a 25 for stealth and it didn't work?
DM: They're both looking in your direction.
Player: All right. Oh, sorry. Sorry, I heard a noise in here. I work for the city. I apologize. That was really stupid. As you were. I walk out.
DM: Make a deception check.
Player: I'll use my last Luck of the day. Didn't do it; same thing. Nine, 11.
DM: 11?
Player: Yeah.
DM: Lord Briarwood goes, "Oh, well, that's all right. Not to worry, in no serious rush. Isn't that right, my dear?" And she looks over, she stops taking her jewelry off and turns. "Yes, yes, of course. As you, a man who works for the city."
Player: Yes ma'am.
DM: "What do you do for the city, if I may ask?"
Player: Oh, I'm a guard. I mean, there's not really a name for what I do. I work for Uriel, I just-- I'm security, ma'am, and I thought I heard a noise in here. And I heard a body fall, I thought-- sounded like a body fell.
DM: They both step a little bit closer. Looking at you--
Player: I'm backing up as I'm talking, I'm right at the door! I didn't shut it behind me, I just cracked it open.
DM: Right. Lady Briarwood goes, "You look strangely similar to a gentleman we just had dinner with."
Player: That's crazy!
DM: "It's uncanny how similar you look."
Player: Yep.
DM: (arcane chanting)
Player: And I run!
DM: You get to make a wisdom save, is what you do.
