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, Ripley then takes the vials and a pouch of money with her. you inquires as to what the vials contain.
DM: She gives you the weapon begrudgingly. Hands you a pouch about this big that's pretty heavy, containing a series of iron balls inside. You can see there's the various instruments she uses for forging them and crafting them there across the table. She puts her hand out towards you for the armor. She puts it on, a little quicker this time, because she feels like she had a little victory. She takes a little vial, puts it in her pocket. She reaches over and grabs a little pouch inside the side with change. Puts a little bit of money to the side there.
Player: What are in those vials?
DM: She reaches in, pulls them out, shows them to you. And you recognize the color. She goes, "What, you think you're the only one who doesn't occasionally suffer a wound? I have to look after myself, as well." It's a greater healing potion.
Player: One of them is? Or they both are?
DM: The one she pulled out and showed you.
Player: What about the other one?
DM: "Really?"
Player: Really. Lest your brains leak out your ears.
DM: She pulls out the other one. "This is in case things go really poorly and I need to uphold my sense of self-preservation."
