It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Fjord, a half-orc warlock . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Trent says he would very much like to talk to her in the future. As he and Oremid leave, Caleb leans forward and looks at the ground.
DM: As you guys are in the process of finishing this up and people are starting to leave from the lounge area and they're starting to close down, Darrow comes up with his troupe-- they're a ways into their cups-- and he's like, "Friends, before we shove off and probably never meet again, I just wanted to say it's been an absolute pleasure to get to meet you, to watch you fight, for you to watch us fight. All the luck in your future endeavors."
Player: Same to you. It was very impressive. Where does fate take you after this night?
DM: "Well, as far as I know, we're probably heading back up to Nogvurot and continuing with our contract of sitting around and being paid for nothing."
Player: Is that-- remind me again-- north of here? Northwest?
DM: "Northeast-ish. East of Rexxentrum. That's where we've been stationed for the past six or seven months or so. Done a few jobs here and there."
Player: Is this a contract that keeps on going or is there any set end date for you guys?
DM: "No, not until they cancel it."
