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, Pumat Sol is out of healing potions, but Caleb buys 200 gp worth of paper, you buys a pearl of power, Nott buys two incendiary crossbow bolts, and Fjord buys an enchanted shield. The party discusses the Lawmaster’s offer and decides against it.
DM: "Unfortunately, you guys have pretty much cleaned me out, and what little bits I had were snatched up bright and early this morning by the Righteous Brand."
Player: We should have bought some earlier! Do you know of anyone else that would have some?
DM: "Generally, I don't like to plug rival purveyors here in the city."
Player: Right, but seeing as how you don't have any inventory. MATT "There is Grace of the Wilds, which is on the southern side of the Pentamarket. You can go ahead and have Jasna Bree maybe help you there if the army hasn't gotten to her first. But I digress. Respectfully, it's going to be real difficult this time of year." To get healing potions?
DM: "Because we're at war."
Player: "This time of year," like it happens every year?
DM: "No, but I mean it's that time of year right now apparently where war happens. That's a problem."
Player: Are you going to go to war, Pumat?
DM: "No!"
Player: But you're such a powerful person, don't you think you would be helpful?
DM: "I don't think that's any of our fates right now, isn't that right, boys?" They're all like, "Yeah, no that's--" "No, warfare's not my thing."
