It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Fjord, a half-orc warlock . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, you asks about Vandran, but the records show he was lost at sea. Algar works in the Sluice Weave.
DM: "Fuck if I know, to be honest. He takes up space. He's done some work at the docks here and there, but he rubs me the wrong way. Probably find him drinking at any of the dives."
Player: That is where we should look.
DM: "If not drowned already."
Player: Ah, yes. We did notice actually last night, there seemed to be an influx of strange characters coming in last night. Did you happen to see anything around this area?
DM: "There were some strange cats that came in last night off the docks, yes."
Player: Anything in particular that caught your eye?
DM: He starts giving you a curious look. "You're asking a lot of questions for a person I've just met."
Player: I'm sorry, I'm so new here. I was just hoping to acclimate myself and perhaps--
DM: "Of course. Let me give you a very prestigious piece of advice, I think that will help you in your business dealings here: Don't ask so many questions."
