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, ❝'Cause I'm so bright. ❞ — Grog The duergar attack Vax, Grog, Vex, and you.
DM: All right. He turns around. Gives you a look, a strange look, he goes. "Men, all of you, drop your weapons! Now. We are surrendering to our new infiltrators." He throws his war hammer to the ground. The rest of them all kind of look around. Go ahead and, I'm gonna have you make intimidation check on his behalf.
Player: Okay, on his behalf?
DM: Yes.
Player: Do I add mine?
DM: No, I'm just considering that, so you rolled 11?
Player: 11. (sings along with the music)
DM: The three other duergar look confused, look at the dead mind flayer, look at their general telling them to surrender, and they all kinda throw their weapons to the ground, and stand there with their arms to the side, kind of waiting for what's gonna happen next. As you finish that, Clarota slowly drifts down.
