It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Taryon Darrington, a human artificer . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Neither of them want to go back to the criminal life. They decide to find someone to take over the persona of  The Meat Man  so Kaylie can go to a top school.
DM: "Would it be enough to pay for a right top-end education so I can gloat over all the other kids that are raised by the various lords and ladies of Emon? Become one of those privileged kids."
Player: You can have the best education.
DM: "That's what I want to do. I want to rub it in their face."
Player: All right. Education for spite. I like that.
DM: "That sounds like a Shorthalt endeavor."
Player: Sure. Whatever you need.
DM: She stands up from the bed and walks over and puts her hand on your shoulder in a pat, pat. She pulls you into a hug and rests her head on your shoulder and doesn't say anything.
Player: You won't have to worry about me anymore.
DM: "I'm going to worry about you every day."
Player: Thank you. Thank you for coming into my life.
DM: "Thank you for being enough of a shitbag to bring me into it."
Player: I'm so happy. I made so many mistakes, but it turns out that some of them weren't mistakes, after all.
DM: "I'm still young and unlearned. Time will tell." She pulls you a little tighter in.
Player: I'll snuggle and fall asleep in the room at some point.
DM: She smells the alcohol on your breath and (groans). "Go lie there. I'm going to--" (groans) She winces as her wound in her shoulder flares up. "I need some fresh air. You go to sleep." Exhaustion hits you, and you end up passing out at the foot of the bed.
Player: I'm in my room now?
DM: Yeah, your old room.
