It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, However the devil manages to resist the spell, which backfires on the druid by flashing in her eyes. you decides to head downstairs to try some of that meat the devils have been eating.
DM: Okay. As the two of you head down, you can see-- There's that one central table to the left western side of the room that has almost like a trough look to it, with the jagged edges?
Player: Yup.
DM: Currently has four imps that are perched on the edge that are just tearing into bits, tearing it off and chewing and they all stop and look up at you, all four at once, as you walk down and they all just slowly chew as you approach and walk into the chamber.
Player: Are they wearing armor and shit?
DM: No.
Player: Okay, good.
DM: They are not wearing armor. Ipkesh is present, but not at the same table he was earlier. He's currently at the bar area talking with his rotund barkeep.
