It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Pike Trickfoot, a gnome cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Back at the bakery, Tary gives the Trickfoots the run of the shop (to the chagrin of Vex and you, who don't entirely trust the newcomers). Everyone retires to get ready for dinner.
DM: She sits down next to you and begins asking about, "I can't believe that you stepped into the same ridiculousness that Wilhand did and it's brought you all this. We just thought he was an old coot."
Player: Well, he's all I've known and he's wonderful. He's my family, since I left, and I'm sorry I haven't really contacted you guys.
DM: "It's all right. We make ourselves scarce on purpose."
Player: Yeah. Well, so you've been taking care of Ogden?
DM: "We've been helping out, but mostly me, yeah."
Player: Has he told you anything that he dreams about?
DM: You can see that she stiffens up a little bit. "So he's already told you."
Player: Yes.
DM: "I don't want to ruin an evening that's going so well, but he's had visions. I'm worried about you. When we got your letter that-- we didn't know how to find you. We didn't think that you were in the area. When your letter found us, we thought maybe you weren't that far away, so we began to search our way along the Silver Cut."
Player: Okay. Can I insight check her again?
DM: Yeah, go for it.
Player: I can't figure out what's going on. Ugh, balls. Oh, wait. 16?
DM: She's hard to read, in general. Even when she was a kid, she was an odd duck. She seems genuine.
