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, They catch the attention of some Carvers and pretend to be sightseeing. The guards become scared of Trinket so you sends him mopishly back to the tavern.
DM: (growls) You hear in the distance. The one goes like, "Look, I'll show you to the statue and that's it, then you got to go."
Player: All right. Thank you.
DM: "I don't see many half-elves here and honestly I'm excited to meet you, so let's do this quickly. Come with me." He leads you further into the cityscape. Down the road, you end up going through a few buildings. You find one large wrought iron fence with a series of carved spikes towards the top, and you see the beautiful dark marble building with the gold trim.
Player: Oh, this one's amazing.
DM: "This is what you were talking about, Greyspine Manor. Lot of rich sons of bitches."
Player: Wow, so you said the Greyspines own this one?
DM: "Aye."
