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, Trent says he would very much like to talk to her in the future. As he and Oremid leave, Caleb leans forward and looks at the ground.
DM: "Jester. Hold on just a second." She gets up and walks out of the room. A minute passes. Two minutes pass.
Player: Anything on the desk of value?
DM: On the desk of this woman who has left? There looks to be a small oil lantern set there that's flickering. It's well-made.
Player: Nice pen or anything?
DM: No, it looks like she took it with her.
Player: I keep waiting.
DM: About five minutes pass before she enters with a small parcel under her arm, and goes, "I believe this is to you, Jester, correct?" It's a small box about that big, it says "Jester" written in nice handwriting on it.
