It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vax Vax'ildan, a half-elf rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The woman tells him he'll be home soon enough, and then the spell ends. The twins go to search Hilda's house.
DM: Okay, yeah. It's a simple lock. As you walk inside, you see the candle that was lit the other night has melted entirely and the wax is dripping off the side of the small bench where it was laid on.
Player: One more in here. Is there any bullshit hiding around in here? 29.
DM: 29. There's no bullshit, necessarily, but there is that pile of linens in the corner. You see it shifting slightly, and as you pull off the side you see there, bound, Hilda. She's like, (muffled noises).
Player: All right, Whisper out, and I cut her free.
DM: "Oh!"
Player: You all right?
DM: "I'm all right."
Player: What happened?
DM: (stuttering) "Naught but a few days ago, this blue-skinned woman came, and she seemed nice enough, and she asked me questions. She didn't hurt me or nothing, she just asked a lot of questions."
Player: And you've met us before? No?
DM: "No. I've seen you around town. People talk about you, saying what you've done for the people..."
