It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Jester Lavorre, a tiefling cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, All carts passing through are being thoroughly inspected. Fjord uses the dodecahedron, since he'll be doing the talking.
DM: The crownsguard begin gathering the money from you guys and bringing over small chests to put the large amount of coin over. As this is happening, Gustav leans his back towards the stones at the edge, and his eyes are just wide in disbelief. "I don't know what to say."
Player: Say thank you!
DM: "Thank you!"
Player: I cast Wand of Smiles at him.
DM: What's the DC on that? Is it a charisma save?
Player: It's a charisma save.
DM: That's a natural eight.
Player: Oh, good, you have to smile!
DM: He sits there, eyes wide.
Player: Yay, he's so happy!
DM: Norda takes the keys and heads over and opens it up. "All right, punk, you're a free man. Congratulations. For some odd reason, these folks decided that you were worth a lot of money to not be here, so be thankful that somehow the great gods have looked down upon you and Erathis decided, 'You know what, fuck law! You're free.'" So the guards escort him out. You guys all head to the outside. You all get led outside of the stockade and Norda says, "All right, well, that's been a pleasure. I'm going to go ahead and go home, have a drink, and get some fucking sleep."
