It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vex Vex'ahlia, a half-elf ranger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Dranzel says he assumed the guy was staying in the tavern. When asking the barkeep if Riskel is staying in the tavern the barkeep becomes guarded and defensive, saying that no one matching that description is staying there at the moment.
DM: As you head to the barkeep, you see a dwarven woman wearing a simple blouse, but pulled up past the elbows. She's currently wiping down part of the front-- you can see her hair is pulled up to a ponytail that drifts past her shoulders down to the center of her chest. She glances up to you as you approach. "Hi, so what can I get you, dear?"
Player: Hi. You have rooms, yes?
DM: "We have rooms, aye. We only got one currently not occupied."
Player: Do you have an older gentleman? Elven, battle scars-- I describe him-- staying here right now?
DM: "No? No, I haven't seen someone like that."
Player: Insight-check her?
DM: Make an insight check.
Player: That's okay. 23?
DM: 23? Her demeanor has changed, and she has gotten guarded. "Nope, haven't seen anyone like that here. Sorry! No. A lot of patrons coming through."
Player: Yeah. So many people come in and out. It would be so easy to lose sight of somebody like that who came in. I put five gold pieces onto the countertop. It sure would be wonderful if you could remember anything about him being here, however.
DM: She takes her cloth that she's wiping the counter with, and wipes over and pushes the gold coins towards you. Pulls back and goes, "Sorry, dear. I can't help you."
