It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vex Vex'ahlia, a half-elf ranger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The party leaves his office and looks for Foreman Herris to learn about what creatures they might encounter in the mines. Scanlan sings a song of rest:   Scanlan make you feel good.
DM: Why not! Why split the party? So the the group makes their way over to the outskirts of the building. Opens up and a very nice, portly looking dwarf with a big tuft of a chinstrap beard. Big reddish, ruddy nose. Leather apron on. And he opens the door. "Aye, hello! Nice to meet you. What can I do for ye?"
Player: Hi. You must be Hieris?
DM: "I am, I am. Foreman of this here fine mine."
Player: Wonderful to meet you. I've heard wonderful things about you.
DM: "Oh, have you! From who?"
Player: Uh, from Lord Greyspine himself.
DM: "Really? Oh. All right. Well, how can I be of service?"
Player: We were curious. I'm sure you witnessed all of those wonderful goblins and trolls and other nonsense coming out of the mine.
DM: "Aye. Nasty lot. It always makes my weeks that much more interesting."
Player: Weeks? So this has been happening for quite a while?
DM: "Unfortunately, at least five or six."
Player: And what kind of monsters have you been dealing with?
DM: "Terrible kinds." He starts rubbing his chin for a little and goes, "We generally deal with the occasional goblin den we stumble across when opening new tunnels. That's part of the norm. Other nasty underground beasties. However, over this past few weeks, we've seen some real nightmarish things slither out of the shadows. Many goblins stitched together, like some kind of ball of screaming green lint."
