It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Scanlan Shorthalt, a gnome bard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Across from the entrance is a set of wooden doors which he listens at. He hears nothing, but notices that the door is unlocked.
DM: Okay. Trinket is enjoying the petting. All right, so that duergar's down, the current armory section appears to be completely open and at your disposal. There are a series of partially made weapons kind of scattered in a pile. There are some ingots, and even some raw iron material in the far corner. Other than that, it just looks like your general smithing workshop.
Player: Is Kima with us now?
DM: Kima is currently looking around this section with you guys.
Player: Kima, do you see any of your equipment here that you wanted?
DM: She glances around, goes and move some of the piles by, turning over the room as quietly as she can-- not as quietly as you'd like-- but quiet enough. "No. Nothing's here."
Player: Can't you just take one of these things and call it a day?
DM: She glares in the direction of your voice.
Player: I'm invisible, I--
DM: "This will do me just fine for now!"
Player: Oh!
DM: "Right. Let's keep looking." She leaves the room. She starts heading down this way--
