It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Caduceus Clay, a firbolg cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Jester remarks that she needs some diamonds too. Beau just got money, so she goes shopping too.
DM: "Well, it's ours. Well, it's his. Hey, Prime! You might want to step out of the workshop for a second." You hear some rustling and grumbling in the background, and the curtain opens and you see a third one of them step out, goggles affixed to the head, a little bit of smudges of dirt on the edges of the chin. "What are you talking about? Oh my goodness."
Player: You're all brothers, then? There's three of you now. Triplets. That's great. That's great! Don't see that very often.
DM: "Where are you from? To be perfectly honest, we haven't really run into any other firbolgs really since we came here."
Player: Oh, me neither. I'm actually from up north. I'm traveling with these kids, working on something. It's nice.
DM: "Wow."
Player: How long have you been down here? This place is great. This is great.
DM: "Well, thank you." At this point, the fourth one comes down from a ladder off on the right side chamber. "Oh, is the order getting-- Oh, it's a whole party over here! Is that another firbolg?" Comes down and the other's like, "Yeah, there's one over here." The other Pumat's like, "I'm impressed. I like the color tones. It's a great arrangement, visual perspective."
Player: Impressed by what your mother went through, at this point. This is intense. There's a lot of you.
DM: The one with the goggles in the back goes, "Sorry about that. I should clarify. These three are arcane-based copies of myself. We are all collectively Pumat, but I am the original."
