It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Taryon Darrington, a human artificer . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, As such, its weird angelic baby-like form had withered and twisted, and in battling the celestial which manipulated the terrain around  them ,  they  managed to defeat it and destroy it before it could escape.   They  gathered some of its remaining glittery ashes and proceeded to fly up through the sinkhole as the rest of the ankheg swarm that seemed to parade through the tunnels within began to swarm up the sides and spit acid at  the party  as  they  escaped out the top into the moonlit sky.
DM: 22. "Hmm. You are young. Not yet spoiled by the strange truths of the world around you. I admire your optimism in the face of the unknown. It may be your salvation or it may be your end. Only time will tell. I'll give you this farmland."
Player: We are most grateful.
DM: "But. If at any point your family comes back to me requesting any more inches in our agreement, I will happily take it back."
Player: Understood. I wasn't quite finished yet, though.
DM: He leans back in his chair, his arms now being removed from his mouth and going to an expectant cross.
Player: What we saw down there in the platinum mines was the 230,000 gold that we owe you times ten. Times 20. What we've just done for you has given you access to as much money as you could ever want, and I feel that's valuable. My family will require a bit of spending money to get ourselves back on our feet. We are... accustomed to a lifestyle, and we'd like to maintain it for a little while at least. I'd say 50,000 gold should be about enough to last us for a year or two.
DM: He nods, leans forward. "Then you'd better start saving."
Player: What if I sweetened the deal? We have among us an amazing sorceress who could open that mine up for you with a flick of her wrist, save you hours and hours of work. Possibly back-breaking work that could cost the lives of many of your men.
DM: "That would be a very kind gesture towards the state you left the mine in."
Player: (clears throat) So that's a maybe?
DM: "Let's call it the last thread of my patience, young Darrington."
Player: So that's a hard yes.
DM: "Duala, you may return to your quarters. Thank you very much." She gets up and looks past you all with a nod, and then her guardian escorts her back into the chamber as Korshad is just trained on you. "What I have given you is far more than many in my position would. I will work hard to make sure that this softness I have displayed does not hinder my reputation. And the more you press, the more you may be the end of that softness, my friend. I recommend you stick to the deal we've made. Be happy that I've shown any mercy. And be on your way."
Player: All right. I'll make do, and we'll have to adjust our living standards, that's all.
DM: "Indeed. Perhaps your father might raise a finger or two and earn some money for himself."
Player: We'll see. Thank you. Bidet.
DM: "Good evening."
