It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Beauregard Lionett called Beau, a human monk . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The Gentleman recommends taking the Bromkiln Byway the 70 miles to Berleben. Caleb and you head to the Invulnerable Vagrant, where Caleb gets 30 gp worth of incense and 100 gp of paper and ink, and you drools over (but can't afford) some enchanted bracers.
DM: "That's one of the few items we have left. Yeah. I apologize, it's a little embarrassing, we've all been talking about how it's really embarrassing. It's hard to have a shop without inventory."
Player: Bracers?
DM: "Oh, yeah. Right over here." Goes and pulls one of the boxes from the shelves. It has a glass top and he presents it to you. There's a velvet interior with two little alcoves inside where these very beautiful, silver bracers with scrolling and runic sigils carved into it across the band are present, "These would make a better defensive capability for someone who does not themselves partake in the use of armor."
Player: Oh. I don't partake in the use of armor.
DM: "Well, that sounds like it's meant to be."
Player: Uh-huh. How much?
DM: "1200 gold pieces."
Player: Holy shit, Pumat! The fuck?!
DM: "What?"
Player: I'll come back when I'm fucking rich, aight?
DM: "Okay, they'll be here waiting for you."
