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, He admits that he is a scoundrel, to which Kaylie retorts that he is a scoundrel who has no boundaries and leaves a wake of people hurt. She demands that he draw his blade.
DM: As you all go to your various rooms, Kaylie pulls out the chair and the table at the far end of your bedroom. Sets down and begins to pour glasses of wine and sits across. You guys have drinks and begin various conversations about-- (flute music) She's that good of a flute player. She asks you about your history and your travels and how you met Dr. Dranzel, and everything.
Player: I tell her all the best parts, and leave out the naughty bits.
DM: "Interesting tale."
Player: Kingslayer.
DM: "Right, right."
Player: Leader of the rebellion.
DM: "So you've said, a number of times, aye." She drinks a little bit more of the wine, sets it down. "I guess I should tell you a bit more about myself, then."
Player: Yes, please, I'm fascinated.
DM: "Well, I grew up in Kymal, mostly, before moving to Westrunn to train at the College of the White Duke. Finest of the bards, he was."
Player: Yes, yes he--
DM: "My mom gave all her savings to put me up there. Now, I only joined the troop about six months back. It was my third year at the Duke's when the good doctor came through and, well, I seized the opportunity. Now, to be perfectly honest up-front, I've already heard a bit about your tales, Shorthalt. (chuckles) The Charming of the Pauper Prince, your rendition of the Summer Sunder, the Cliffs of Dagger Bay. I've been hoping our paths would cross."
