It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Jester Lavorre, a tiefling cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, He then suggests,  Listen to what piques his interest. And then happen to be the source when he needs it.
DM: "Listen. Listen to what piques his interest. And then happen to be the source when he needs it. If that fails, there are plenty of enchantments that can sway his mind."
Player: I mean, right? You'll help me out with that?
DM: "I'll do my best."
Player: You're not jealous, are you?
DM: "No."
Player: You'll always be my number one love.
DM: "I know. So what are you making me?"
Player: I want it to be a surprise for you, I can't tell you.
DM: "I'll wait."
Player: Okay. I'm glad you're here.
DM: "I'm never far."
Player: It's a surprise!
DM: What are you making him?
Player: Oh gosh. Oh my goodness. Okay, with my magical paint-- Oh gosh. I was planning on fucking up some other things, but right now I will make a little shrine, like a little statue of the Traveler, that way I can pray to him.
DM: As you finish painting it, it takes gravity. It almost seems to fall a centimeter and center itself. It goes from a two-dimensional shift, it's almost like blinking--
Player: I want him shimmery green.
DM: Sitting up from the edge of the bed, the cloaked figure walks over and lifts it and inspects it and places it back down.
Player: What do you think?
DM: "You're getting better."
Player: I could leave these around other places? What do you think?
DM: "Preferably where it would be the least expected."
Player: Okay.
DM: "And the creepiest to find."
Player: Okay.
DM: "I'm excited."
Player: I've got to get to work.
DM: "Yes."
Player: I can make so many of these.
DM: "Make me proud, Jester."
