It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Nott the Brave, a goblin rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The ship sails up the channel through the reefs, and reaches the jagged cliffs and rocks of Darktow Island, the harbor, and the hive-like pirate city built into the base of the cliff. They dock and the Mistake pulls into the other side of the harbor.
DM: Winding through the docks, following the rest of Avantika's crew, the docks and bridges, it's this labyrinth to find your way beyond that to the stone and rock where you had kissed earlier. The city itself is a series of switchback paths and carved caverns and cave entrances that have since been outfitted with pieces of wood, with windows. Now, at this point, it's pretty much pitch black in the sky. What little bit of light there is from the nearby torch and lantern light gives just a hint of the mist that's rolled in across the outskirts of the island. The only light sources you have are those you keep on you, or the distant glowing smattering of hundreds of fire-lit windows, lit from the inside the warm buildings that make up the city. As you make your way to what you assume to be the tavern, The Bloated Cup, if you will, Avantika's currently standing outside talking to somebody. There you see this burly, rough-looking human man, probably a week and a half unshaven, this thick five o'clock shadow. Grayish curled hair that goes right about shoulder-length. It's slicked back, probably with his fingers to one side, but it's oily enough where it stays in place. Looks like he's wearing an officious coat, and they're currently in the middle of a discussion, and she looks over her shoulder to the rest of you and goes, "Ah, my apologies. There is one bit of business we must attend to before we can celebrate. The rest of you continue on. My new compatriots, it seems," and the human figure pipes up and goes, "Word has reached the ears of the Plank King that you've brought new blood here to Darktow. I imagine these are the new blood based on," and he looks at a sheet of paper that's handed to him and looks at the description that was written, "and he would appreciate you bringing them to The Throne Roost and have an audience."
Player: Who, who are you?
DM: "Well, I'm the assistant of the Plank King."
Player: What is your name?
DM: "James Tybalt."
Player: James Tybalt. Assistant to the Plank King. Do we need to bring any presents or anything to the Plank King when we meet him?
DM: "I'm certain he wouldn't argue." He smiles now. This is the first time you've seen his grin and there's, maybe, six or seven teeth. Most of them are blackening. "I'd recommend y'all follow me."
Player: Yes, sir!
DM: "You too, Avantika. He wants to check in." She sighs but gives a smile. "Ipess, bring like 500." He starts counting out gold from one of the chests they had brought with them.
