It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Nott the Brave, a goblin rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Cree asks the others where   Lucien  is. Caleb lies that Lucien had his own business, and they parted ways.
DM: Then the barkeep, who's the ragged middle-aged man who's running the bar at the moment. One eye, you don't know if it's swollen shut or if he's missing an eye or he's just wanting to study you very closely with the left one. He leans forward and goes, "You're joking, right?"
Player: (forced) Ha! Yeah. (forced laughter)
DM: "It's funny, It's a funny joke, that's a really funny joke."
Player: It's a good one. I've been working on it.
DM: "I can tell. It's workshopped well."
Player: Well, we'll just have some whiskey, then.
DM: "Whiskey, I got you whiskey." Puts a couple shots on the bar, fills them up.
