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, He admits that he is a scoundrel, to which Kaylie retorts that he is a scoundrel who has no boundaries and leaves a wake of people hurt. She demands that he draw his blade.
DM: But yeah, as they're changing over, you walk over and ask them. And Shayne goes, "Yeah, no, we had a messenger come by and drop something off for you guys."
Player: Where is it?
DM: "Well, we gave it to Erwen and he brought it inside, but you guys weren't home."
Player: What did it look like?
DM: "A small wooden thing, right?"
Player: Where did Erwen put it?
DM: Cordell's like, "Yeah, it was like a small wooden case."
Player: Where did you put it? Where did you put it?
DM: "Erwen took it in."
Player: Where's Erwen?
DM: They both look at each other. "Look, our shift's over."
Player: Just tell me where the fuck Erwen is.
DM: "Probably inside the keep! I don't watch your little old man-servant. I'm sorry. I'm supposed to watch the front of the gate."
Player: Fuck. I go inside to find Erwen.
DM: Okay. Erwen, who's dressed up in his proper servant attire now that he has to entertain guests. His hair is slicked back and is a scoop of a balding male dome. "Yes, Vex'ahlia. May I be of service to you this morning?"
Player: You look wonderful today.
DM: "Oh, you."
Player: Box, box, box, where did it go, box? The box that came last night.
DM: "Oh! Oh yes! No, there was a delivery."
Player: Yes.
DM: "I was looking for you all, but no one was home. So I asked around if anyone had seen you and your guests said that you would be coming and that they would hold it for you until you arrived."
