It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vex Vex'ahlia, a half-elf ranger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Approximately twenty-five refugees survive and stay the night in Greyskull Keep's temple. As the party tends to the wounded refugees and damaged structures, Grog and Percy begin arguing about using the evil skull from General Krieg's house to make a wish to undo the recent disaster.
DM: At this point, as you guys are having this conversation, and you guys are darting out, Vex, you stop, as coming down the stairs from the main floor is Erwen. Frazzled, but still put together as well as he can.
Player: I tuck it behind my back.
DM: "I'm sorry, Lady Vex'ahlia, it appears you have a few guests, suddenly."
Player: What? What kind of guests?
DM: "She's been here before. I don't recognize the other; in the dining area."
Player: What does she look like?
DM: "Blonde hair."
