It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Fjord, a half-orc warlock . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Caleb and Nott use WC and the horse from Alfield, which are pulling the cart. Caleb rests in the back while Nott drives the wagon.
DM: "We have a few in stock, actually. You want to--" and he's like "I'm already on it." Then he turns around and pulls out a large, eight vial collecting case that he sets on the table. "That's one there. And there's another. We've got a variety of vials at your disposal, so let us know what you're looking for."
Player: How much would a greater healing potion run me?
DM: "That? Let's see here. That would put you back about 200 gold pieces for a single vial."
Player: How about one of the more basic healing potions?
DM: "A general?"
Player: A general, yes.
DM: "That'll put you at a simple 50 gold pieces."
Player: I'll take one of those.
DM: "It would be my pleasure, Mr. Green Man."
