It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Vax pulls Scanlan aside and pitches him a backup plan. He wants to have Scanlan Dimension Door into Umbrasyl's stomach and use the unmovable rod to hurt him from inside.
DM: In practice, yeah, whatever looks small enough and should fit, though it doesn't, but you make it fit. And it doesn't help. You do eventually find in one of the cells, closed and locked as you look by, there is one person in guard armor, in Westruun guard armor, that is in the cell. Not moving.
Player: Hey. Hey, you. I kick him in the back a bit.
DM: No movement.
Player: I kick him harder.
DM: No movement.
Player: I look down the hallway. I back up a few steps. And I really run up and kick him really hard.
DM: He just lurches over onto the side. Not moving.
Player: Yeah, you're dead. Can I pat him down?
DM: Yeah, you reach in and you can smell the decay starting to set in. And as you get close you can reach through the bars and see him, the actual area is closed and the door appears to be locked, and inspecting the body very quickly you can see that he was stabbed multiple times from behind and probably left in here to bleed out.
Player: Low perception.
DM: But you do find on him what appears to be a ring of keys. Not directly on his body, but underneath the corpse, like he was-- you gather best you can, someone probably grabbed it, got their way out, used that moment to stab him and escape.
Player: Nice! I take the keys and I jauntily run by Orn Blackfoot and I go to Abjurist-- Hey, do you know who those other two voices are at the end of the hallway? Like, did you have anyone with you when you got put in here?
DM: "No, no one with me. Although-- been plenty of angry discussion from that dwarven fellow down the way."
Player: Yeah, he's got a really rough accent.
DM: "I can hear you!"
Player: Shit. My voice carries. Are you all right here for one minute? I have to go perform an interview real fast.
DM: "I'm all right." And he just finishes eating the little bit of the ration that you gave him, like dried meats and bread.
Player: All right, sit tight. All right, you two, put both your hands outside the cell where I can see them.
DM: They both put their hands out. The dwarven man you can see puts his hand out, the skin is very wrinkled and you can see the varicose veins on it, the arm hair that you see on the dwarven arm is white, like bright white. The female hand comes out is thin, but the skin looks a little softer and younger.
