It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vax Vax'ildan, a half-elf rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, They learn that the corpse was killed by a woman who was not supposed to be there, some 14 weeks ago. The corpse has since seen others pass by, particularly a dwarf.
DM: At this point in time, as you guys are having this conversation, you moved up and looked and you can see there are two humanoids walking from this direction further down this hallway, which you can see leads this direction.
Player: I'd like to imagine that Thorbir and Vax left that conversation behind a little.
DM: As you see them approaching here, stepping in your direction, they are both dressed in full Duskmeadow Bastion armor. The one on the far end appears to be older, balding with thinning gray hair. The one who's further up is in his forties. Big thick brown beard, hair pulled back into a ponytail, and they're both lightly conversing to each other. Not paying much attention, like they're running through a routine.
Player: I start pushing back on Thorbir, backing everybody up, silently pushing backward and trying to steer everyone in a heap backwards and to the side of the cell we just came from. Just trust me.
DM: Make a stealth check.
Player: 19.
DM: 19? Okay. As you're pushing everyone back, (shushing) whispering all this, you hear a voice say, "Hello? Hold on. Hello?" The one with the beard approaches with his hand on his weapon, the other one moving along the back.
Player: Did I get them into the cell?
DM: You pushed them far back and into the cell?
