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, The next morning, they split the party. Beau and you go to the Wharfmaster.
DM: I don't know, just double checking. He looks at you and goes, "Hold on a second." You see his gears turning and he goes through a couple books. "Unfortunately, by the records records we have here, Vandren and his ship was lost at sea months ago."
Player: You don't say.
DM: "I apologize."
Player: That's quite unfortunate. I've been given a task here in town. Algar, does he do a lot of business here on the wharf?
DM: "Yes, he comes and goes rather commonly, yes."
Player: I happen to have crossed paths with him one night while drinking. I guess we made quite the impression on him, and we are to deliver some items to his place of residence. However, my friend here was shit-faced and we forgot to ask where he lives. I was hoping, perhaps, if you could give us a point in the right direction?
DM: "I honestly don't know where he lives. But I know where he works."
Player: Oh yes, then, that would be most helpful.
DM: "All right, he works in the Sluice Weave."
Player: The Sluice Weave. Not loose leaf, Sluice Weave.
DM: "The Sluice Weave." S-L-U-I-C-E. Sluice Weave.
