It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Yasha Nydoorin, a half-angel barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The Gentleman  managed to smuggle out Horris  Thrym , who needed to be away from the town for the time being while this investigation was happening. In doing so, also managed to clear  their  names of the death of the High-Richter.
DM: All right, everybody. Yasha, you napped in the side alleyway in the open air, sleeping with one eye open, being careful. As you wake up in the cold morning mist, the mist has caused this dampness around your chin and hair--
Player: Around my glorious beard?
DM: Your glorious beard, right there. Frost beard.
Player: I don't have a beard.
DM: No. It gets really cold in the early morning and bits of frost have gathered at the edges of your hair, so you brush off it a bit. As you gather yourself and look out past the street, the music's already starting to swell very strongly from a distance, and a few musicians come by playing on their own. Some folks are starting to rouse and begin cooking things. The smell of meats and fresh morning meals are beginning to find your nostrils, and you decide you probably should check in.
Player: Yeah, I'll go check in.
DM: You come in, the rest of you all gather in the bottom tavern area of the Leaky Tap. What would you like to do?
