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, Percy advises they don't have a plan yet so Raishan can't tell they are lying. you heads to Gilmore's house who has just woken up.
DM: He ushers you to enter, and leads you to one of the small chairs. And he walks back into the kitchen, shouting over his shoulder, "So! Vax'ildan, please. Tell me what's on your mind."
Player: You know, we're getting closer to the end game here.
DM: "I certainly hope so. It's taken a couple years off my lifespan."
Player: We just killed another one of the dragons.
DM: "Really?!"
Player: Yeah.
DM: "How many is that for you now? Three?"
Player: It is three.
DM: "Making a name for yourself. I'm proud of you." A few moments pass, and silence. And Gilmore walks back out, clutching a small tray with a few teacups. And as he's walking, he's twirling his finger and you can see a little spiral of flame encircling the tea kettle as it begins to heat up. He brings it over, sets it down on the table. Pulls his robe in and sits down across from you on this low slung tea table. Takes a bit and sips it. "So, what brings you here this early in the morning, friend?"
