It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Yasha Nydoorin, a half-angel barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, you challenges Gunther to a match. After a long, intense duel, you emerges victorious.
DM: He's a very strong looking human male with ruddy, tan skin and long, jet black hair that's braided in a single thick braid that goes past his waist in the back. He's dressed in partial scalemail across the chest and part of the shoulders, a dull iron color to it that's over his chest. You see a heavy waistband of dull gray leather that's like a thick, almost a foot thick piece around there and a rough-looking warhammer that's strapped to his side and he has his arms crossed and smiling widely at you with a very welcoming smile. "That was impressive. That guy you just destroyed up there? He's kind of a douche."
Player: I could tell.
DM: "What's your purpose here? Are you looking for work?" ASHLEY Me or--? "Yes, you."
Player: I mean, it depends on what kind of work, I guess.
DM: "Well, mercenary work, of course."
Player: Oh, well yeah.
DM: "All right, well, first off, my name is Darrow."
Player: Hello Darrow.
DM: "What's your name? Yasha, you said?"
Player: My name is Yasha.
DM: "All right, pleasure to meet you. Well, I am the de facto leader of a mercenary band known as the Stubborn Stock. We're out of Guar on the Menagerie Coast, but we've been hired for about a seven month stint so far by the Empire and it's been paying pretty well. We've had some pretty good scenarios here. The retainer's been nice and honestly, it's not bad to be paid to sit around in case they need us."
