It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Caleb Widogast, a human wizard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Meanwhile Nott steals a brass baby bottle and  trades  her current flask for a platinum flask, all without being detected.
DM: You glance throughout the interior, and you don't sense anything magical, unfortunately, within the piles of rubble.
Player: Besides the book he put down?
DM: The book's not radiating any magical aura. But he answers. "Oh! All hours! I don't really close. I don't really sleep."
Player: Middle of the night, even?
DM: "Sure!"
Player: All right. Business is business. Thank you!
DM: "No worries. See you then!"
Player: Bis später.
DM: "Pee shmiter!"
Player: That guy does not speak Zemnian!
DM: No, he does not.
