It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Scanlan Shorthalt, a gnome bard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, you learns that the name of the female gnome flutist is Kaylie. you and Kaylie get to talking, and Kaylie quickly dismisses you's flirtations.
DM: She actually at that point goes , turns around, "Doctor! You weren't kidding. This one's certainly a card." And she gives you a wink, and passes a drink your way across the table. As the crowd simmers down, people go back about their business, and the drinks are brought to the table and scattered about, the rest of you find your seats, and sitting around, they gather up the coin that was taken, and Kent, who sits down next to Dr. Dranzel, looks over and says: "Ah, it's been a while, Scanlan. I'm glad to see you. Glad you could join us. It was like old times. It was nice."
Player: "It was nice. What have you fellows been doing for these years?"
DM: "Well, we just finished up coming out here and playing for Winter's Crest. We made a good deal of money, we're on our way out and figured we'd finish up a few of these gigs." And Dr. Dranzel kicks in and says, "Emon, these days, seems to be doing all right. Paid us well for our time here and, well, you've earned a little coin yourself from this." And he takes a little handful of coins from the pile they had amassed and chucks it over your way. It's like 25 gold.
Player: Oh, well, thank you, but I can't possibly accept this.
DM: "Fair enough!" And he scoops it back.
Player: You deserve it. It's your gig, you booked it. I'm just playing here for the night.
DM: "Ah, you're fine." At this point, you guys notice a small halfling boy, definitely not an adult, probably in his late teens, comes up to the edge of the table, you know, big eyes and softer features, and he's dressed a little inconspicuously, comes up. "Doctor. Good performance, good performance." and he claps and looks about the rest of the table. And Doctor's like, "It's fine, boy, they're friends." At which point the boy nods, looks about the rest of you, lifts up a small satchel and unloads it on the table next to Dr. Dranzel, and you see spill out a much larger collection of coppers, silver, rings, bits of jewelry, a few loose coin purses, and Dr. Dranzel reaches over and pats him on the head. "Good boy, Samson, good boy."
