It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Got a copy of Kevdak's bear tattoo done on his back,  because that shit's behind me,  and made Kevdak's skull into a mug. Returned to Vasselheim and defended his title in the Crucible.
DM: However, he did come back to you, requesting to learn and train under you, to teach him your ways. To which you said--
Player: I forgot. No. Yes. I said yes.
DM: You said no.
Player: I said no.
DM: That's what you told me, at least.
Player: I said no. I said no, because I was like, you've got to drink, all the time, and this, and he just wasn't up to snuff. That, and I should not be teaching anyone anything. So then I went to the Slayer's Take, right, in search of big game. And I had fun with that for a while, but it just wasn't quite the same. It wasn't crazy-ass, you know, ancient dragons or nothing. It just wasn't quite up to snuff. But I did have my curiosity about the Deck of Many Things piqued. So, at some point along the way, Vex's warnings ringing in my ears, I found a nice drunk sap to--
DM: So, so, as you are wandering down an evening byway in the Quadroads of Vasselheim, a number of cups in yourself, you hiccup loudly and glance off to the side to find one gentleman who's been far deeper in his cups and is currently trying to steady himself against the stone wall in an alleyway.
Player: Yup. Hey, you!
DM: "What?"
Player: You. You look like a mighty warrior. Do you need another drink?
DM: "Oh, if you're buying, yeah."
Player: Yeah, I do. I have one. And I pour him a little bit from the keg. Hey, do you have like, a wife, kids, attachments? Anyone that would miss you?
DM: "You think if I did I'd be drinking this hard?"
Player: I'm going to take that as a no. Cool, hey, look, I don't know if you're interested, but I have, in my possession, something really cool. And I take out the Deck. Do you know what this is?
DM: "I have no idea."
Player: Great! Great! We're in the street, right?
DM: Yeah. You're near a thoroughfare and there's a small alley off to the side.
Player: Good. Follow me into this alley and it'll be a deal. Just follow me over here.
DM: Make a persuasion check. With advantage, because he's really drunk.
