It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Mollymauk Tealeaf, a tiefling blood hunter . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The herald comes down and asks for their names, Beau tries to pass them off as the Mighty Nein but the herald insists on their individual names, as they'll be needed to dispense a reward. Fjord gives the name Philbin, Beau says Lawrence, Nott gives Cowerie, you says Esma, and Yasha says Barry.
DM: "All right, Barry. Okay (clears throat). This here is a writ of Lawmaster intent. This will give you entrance to the location of where the job is supposed to take place. This supposed creature has holed up in a sewer nexus right on where the Interstead Sprawl meets with the outer wall of the Tri-Spires. We need you to travel down there, and, well, let's say there's a whole region on the inside where we've been hearing about this backing up of various liquid and strange noises from cleaners who were making their way through, so we sent a few crownsguards down and came across a mass of congealed sewage slime and webbing, so the fucking cowards ran back and we need to dig deeper. So here we are: find a way of whatever is creating this disturbance, kill it, take it back with proof of the kill, whatever built that little nest, and the Crown is willing to drop you about 700 gold pieces."
Player: 700 gold pieces?
DM: "That's correct."
Player: Just for the entrance, they are aware that there are several of us, we are just representatives of a slightly larger group.
DM: "Well, you have to divide it evenly from the 700 you get."
Player: Of course, but we can all get entrance from this writ?
DM: "All the ones that are named on here."
Player: You need all the names of everybody involved?
DM: "There's more involved?"
Player: Well, we're called the Mighty "Nine," aren't we?
DM: (groans) Takes the writ. "And who are the other companions?"
