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, While you throws wild haymakers, missing with her first hit, Dairon retaliates with only very light, disciplined taps. you's next few hits land hard.
DM: "Do what you must. Travel the world. Use what I've taught you. Learn about injustice. Those you don't trust, follow them. Bend them. Make them tell the truth and admit their guilt. Find where ever corruption is. Root it out and let the system do its job. If the system isn't doing its job, destroy the system."
Player: Why are you doing this? Why me?
DM: "Because a long time ago, I was a wayward girl with no direction, was angry, and fighting at the world. And someone did this for me."
Player: I don't really believe in systems or being a part of them, let alone a system that takes down other systems. Seems almost hypocritical.
DM: "Perhaps. Who knows. Maybe one day you'll find the corruption inside our own."
Player: Touche.
DM: "Go. Get some rest. Clean up a bit, I think you could use it."
Player: You might have broke my wrist.
DM: "It'll heal. Zeenoth." She slaps him awake. His unconscious body on the ground.
Player: Bye, Zeenoth! Zeenoth!
DM: (coughing)
Player: Zeenoth!
DM: "Oh dear."
Player: Bye.
DM: "Goodbye. I have such great pleasure in saying goodbye, and good riddance."
Player: I leave.
DM: You make your way back to the tavern, go back into the room, and, exhaustedly, pass out. Let's bring everyone else back in.
