It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Percival de Rolo, a human gunslinger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, He tells them about his night with her, saying that he has now  experienced the pleasures of the flesh.  After a moment of talking, he pukes and confesses that women are not for him.
DM: "Yes, yes. We lost a few in the last altercations but we have a good long standing number of individuals who have stepped up and what was his name? The one that you brought in?"
Player: Jarett.
DM: "Jarett."
Player: Is he still around?
DM: "He's been very useful. He's taken care of most of the low-end training but--"
Player: I would like to confer with him very quickly before I go to sleep but other than that we are back and I look forward to making this move forward tomorrow morning.
DM: "Good. Yes. Bring--" She takes the sheet. "Lady Vex'ahlia to breakfast in the morning and we shall discuss her position, responsibilities, and the necessity of the Hunt."
Player: I will. Thank you.
DM: "Of course." She leans back in her chair and (sighs). "I think it's time for bed." And she gets up and she goes and closes off the fireplace in the corner and throws a little bit of water onto it and puts out the candles in the room.
