It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Fjord, a half-orc warlock . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, That spell-spitter lady from the capital  took  the book  and left. Their group was all part of the same order at one point and splintered off, going north to Shady Creek Run and starting the Tomb Takers.
DM: "Much better down here. Speaking of which, a round please!" The bartender, looking a bit frightened on the side, starts filling tankards. "All right, so. What brings such esteemed adventurers to my pocket of the underworld?"
Player: Well, we sought an audience, and to be frank, we thought we might find a little bit more of a warm reception than the one that we're currently getting.
DM: "Oh! I'm sorry." They pull the rifles off you. "Habit. Safety, you understand."
Player: Oh of course, easily understood.
DM: "So. You have my audience."
Player: We mean to make ourselves of service, whether it be for the good of the city or other endeavors. We're new here. We thought we would try to make as many introductions and have as many meetings happen as we could.
DM: "Interesting. I have one question, before we get too deep in this conversation. How did you find your way in here?"
