It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Caduceus Clay, a firbolg cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Nott and Jester jump overboard as the crewman leaps from the crow's nest to the deck, breaking a leg and screaming, creating an uproar on deck. Nott and Jester make it safely to shore and stroll away to the tavern, joined shortly by Caleb and Beau.
DM: (gasp) He looks down and you can see there's a wave of relief on him as he doesn't have this like protruding fracture. It's set. Still, you can see the bone, but it's much better-looking than it was.
Player: Let's give him a Cure Wounds level three just to--
DM: Go for it.
Player: Or, what does he look like, a level two or a level three to you?
DM: With that medicine check? A level two should be sufficient.
Player: A level two should be sufficient. All right. Let's just take care of this. Can you tell me what happened, son?
DM: "I don't know. I was up in the crow's nest and suddenly it--"
Player: 21.
DM: 21? "Suddenly it's-- oh my god. Thank you!"
Player: While you were up the crow's nest, what happened?
DM: "It was catching fire! I was trying to put it out, but it just kept growing and growing and I could feel the heat, and it was--"
Player: It looks fine up there.
DM: "I know, I don't--"
Player: What did you-- what was the last 24 hours for you? What did you?
DM: "What do you mean?"
Player: I mean like, I don't-- oh, no.
DM: "What?"
Player: (sighs) I may have left some of the fruit that we picked up in our last stop in the kitchen. I don't know what you've been eating for the last-- that's maybe my fault. I really hope it isn't, but--
DM: Make a deception check.
Player: Seven.
DM: He goes like, "No, I don't think it's that. It was sudden and it was intense, and then it was gone! It's fucking crazy."
Player: I'm going to be worried-- I'm going to check to make sure I've got all this, just in case, because that sounds awfully familiar. Do you need a drink?
DM: "Yeah."
Player: Come on. We're going to bring you back, it's okay.
DM: (groans) He stands up and like he's leaning on you for support, but once he gets to his foot, it's fine and he's like, "Oh, man!"
Player: Poor guy. Come on.
DM: All right. You lead him over.
Player: I'm bringing back-- I'm going to just sort of-- yeah. Bring him back, and then tell everybody.
DM: Some of the port guard are like going through the ship now, and they're going through--
