It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Beauregard Lionett called Beau, a human monk . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Vera reveals herself to be a formidable mage, causing an Ice Storm which slows Nott, Caduceus, and Yasha and casting Mass Suggestion on the Guards to arrest them. Fjord, seeing the tide turning, summons a demon onto the ship to distract the crew while rushing himself to the aid of Caleb.
DM: At which point, the Plank King steps up towards you, now looming over you, a good two and a half feet of height on you. This imposing presence, wide like a mountain, glancing down at you with a grin. You can smell his early morning breath of rotting teeth and whatever he had the night before pulsing from his grin. He goes, "I have to say, for someone so small, you've got some serious balls."
Player: Thanks. That's not the first time I've heard that.
DM: "And if you survive, I'm sure it won't be the last. All right. Let's go see your friends."
Player: Hey! I want a boat, and safe passage out if we're correct.
DM: "If this is right, let's hope you didn't blow up too much of her boat; it'll be yours."
Player: Deal.
DM: "If it's enough."
