It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Fjord, a half-orc warlock . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, He admitted Vandran had been the captain of the ship that sank. Avantika concluded Vandran would not have traveled without the orb so it is likely still at the site of the wreck.
DM: You do recall, actually. It was somewhere coming back along this trade route and somewhere in this space the storm had blown through. This is where it sank and you washed up--
Player: Darktow's over here, right?
DM: Darktow's over here. You washed up on this island, here.
Player: We're over here.
DM: You guys are over there at Urukaxl. You washed up over here, so the storm was in this vicinity.
Player: Okay, okay, okay. Yep. Fuck it. Yes, I do remember where the ship sank.
DM: "Then, my friend, I think we are going to do even more amazing things together."
Player: I agree. I believe that will have to wait until we find ourselves on Darktow, though.
DM: "I have been patient this long. I can be patient a bit further. Very well." She leans forward with the wine glass, very close, and goes, "It's been a very long day. I think rest is in order?"
Player: I would agree.
DM: She takes a big, long drink of wine, sets it down. "Well, there are ways to complete a hopeful future pact together. Many different ways."
