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: "That's not true, but you've been doing it a bit, which is more than I expected, to be honest. So I appreciate that, I really do."
Player: Not only that, we've, I don't know if word has reached you yet, but in Whitestone we're working towards establishing a Gilmore-themed library for the people with your name attached to it.
DM: "Well."
Player: Something respectable for a change!
DM: "Oh, I don't know about that. I've still got to finish building my shop in Westruun, but when that is done, I'll be more than happy to look into it."
Player: If you need any help, count on us.
DM: "Whitestone. Whitestone. Hmm. Place has been kind of dour as of late."
