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, Grog is delighted by the offer of a free drink. To Vex's horror, Vax'ildan offers everyone in the tavern a round of drinks.
DM: She reaches below and pulls out a big tome and starts thumbing through it. "You know, actually we have openings right now on the second floor."
Player: Several rooms, or just one?
DM: "Do you need them side by side?"
Player: That would be nice.
DM: "We could pull him there and push him into room seven."
Player: Something with a little bed for me.
DM: "Giles!" One of the dwarf barmaiders comes over. "Aye?" "Get Stepheson out of his room, move him to the third floor. We have to open a block for our new guests." "Ugh, fine." The older dwarf stumbles his way up the stairs begrudgingly. "Right, so I can get a room for each of you. We're looking at eight rooms separately, that will run you per evening about 25 gold pieces. Does that sound about right?"
