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,  You had discussed with them, last time, a plot - fixing their seemingly not-very-well-put-together plot into a better direction (thankfully) - to acquire a wax seal within the home of Lord Sutan, to create a letter that you feel would be incriminating. Then to infiltrate the High Richter's home, do the same, and then report them to the Lawmaster or whoever else you think would be of higher estate...
DM: As you rush down the side, whack! You hit your head and give out a natural instinct, a pained squeak. As you do, the guard who's talking to Jester goes, "Wha--"
Player: (fake coughs loudly) Can you help me? I think I’m choking.
DM: Make a deception check.
Player: Oh no. Seven.
DM: Seven.
Player: (fake coughs loudly)
DM: "Hold. Just a second."
Player: Oh no, I can’t breathe at all, though.
DM: He begins walking over to the sewer edge. He steps over and begins to glance down--
Player: I fall over on the ground and really like (choking sounds).
DM: He’s looking back at you like--
