It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Percival de Rolo, a human gunslinger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Grog tells her to let her rage build and he will help her take down Raishan when the time is right. The meeting mostly consists of the group trying to figure out their next plan of attack, settling that they will go for Thordak before Raishan.
DM: All right! So, bringing it back in. As your blade swings through and passes through the form of Seeker Asum, it shimmers and then darts backward into the corner of the room.
Player: I immediately sheath and say No more tricks. If we're going to do this, we need everybody to know what's on the table.
DM: At which point, everyone who stood up and held off at the chaos, you see all the faces going off in realization. Asum goes from a defensive position and then stands up again. Crosses the arms.
Player: We're either going to win, or we're not. I was hoping you were going to take care of that.
DM: "We're working on that plan as we speak. But pardon me if I take a few-- how do you say-- careful backups in case one would take a blade and stab at an ally, supposedly."
Player: You know damn well that we're not allies. You know damn well that this is a tenuous relationship. And you know that neither of us trust the other.
DM: At which point, Allura puts her hand out and goes, "I'm sorry. What the hell is going on here?!"
Player: We'll get there. I would hope that you wouldn't trust us, and I would hope that you understand that we don't trust you. But we need to make a real plan now.
DM: As the tension slowly subsides, Gilmore puts his finger up, "Pardon my momentary ignorance. Would you like me to cleanse the room?"
