It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Beauregard Lionett called Beau, a human monk . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The crew had been waiting a number of days, the repairs had been completed on Bisaft Isle. You guys decided to call it an evening and rest up.
DM: Well, you go ahead and ask. There's maybe four servers that are running around like crazy that are in the process of handing things out and taking stuff, but there is one individual you see, this woman in her late 50s, early 60s. Beautiful brown skin, big smile, a little heavyset, who seems to be looking over the place like she is the owner of this meadery. Looks over to you and, as your eyes meet, notices the look of, "I need help," and goes over and goes, "Hello, darling. How can I help you?"
Player: I think he wanted to try some mead, I wanted to try some mead, and then we wanted to buy some mead.
DM: "Well, I can help with any of these, of course."
Player: Mm-hmm.
DM: "What's your name?"
Player: Beau.
DM: "Beau. Well, a pleasure to meet you. I am Bentha Tamalos, and welcome to my meadery."
Player: Benth-- can I call you Ben?
DM: "Call me Bentha, please."
Player: Bentha. Pleasure.
DM: "Pleasure to meet you as well, darling. Well, how many bottles would you like? Do you want to have glasses separately or do you want to just buy bottles and serve yourselves?"
