It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Scanlan Shorthalt, a gnome bard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The spiraling tower of black iron and copper. He throws a square, metal icon.
DM: The creature leans down toward you, the pit fiend's very presence itself almost causing the air to vibrate around you. Though it is not the largest creature that you've faced, there is something about its presence that is purely evil. A bastion of power across all elements of the cosmos that you haven't had stare you down at this proximity. As it leans forward, the voice once again pierces the center of your brain. "It would do well to bring them forth."
Player: (French accent) I cannot just communicate with them. Would you join me inside my shop? There you will see many other fine specimens.
DM: "What is your price?"
Player: (French accent) Well, you haven't seen what I have to offer.
DM: "I have seen enough."
Player: (French accent) So you are not interested in the naga, the goristro, the other celestial beings? The orcs?
DM: Make a deception check.
