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, She tasks him to find, within one hour, the tome containing the Incantation of Isolation. The party begins their search.
DM: Glancing about, you don't see any signs on the books. You do notice, however, there are hundreds of those somewhat spectral keepers of the library that are moving tomes through and organizing and relocating things, just like you saw when you first entered.
Player: They're spectral?
DM: They're spectral, yeah.
Player: I'm going to go try to talk to one of them.
DM: Okay. One of them's currently pulling books out. You can see the basic shimmering outline of a humanoid form, and they're taking a book off and stacking it and finding another.
Player: Hello, sir. Do you have language? Can you speak?
DM: He turns and looks to you for a second.
