It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vex Vex'ahlia, a half-elf ranger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, He admits that he is a scoundrel, to which Kaylie retorts that he is a scoundrel who has no boundaries and leaves a wake of people hurt. She demands that he draw his blade.
DM: The gate opens. You guys come inside, and you find, as you enter the keep, the smell of a recently cooked meal is permeating the air of the keep. You hear laughter and a little bit of music in the distance.
Player: At least they're having fun.
DM: And as you walk towards the eating chambers, the central feasting area on the bottom floor of your keep, there indeed you see your recently discovered friends.
Player: Is that little-- is it a halfling teenager that was picking pockets at the bar? Is he here?
DM: He is, yes.
Player: Can I walk up to him?
DM: Yes. Samson right now, by the way, is asleep on a table. It's way past his bedtime. He's on the edge there.
Player: I nudge him awake. Hey, Sticky Fingers.
DM: "Hello, miss."
Player: Hey. So I saw you at the bar, getting things off of people pockets. Off of people pockets?
DM: "They told me they wouldn't miss them."
Player: No, it's totally fine. I don't care. You haven't done that here, have you?
DM: "No."
Player: No.
DM: "No, not unless he tells me to." And points to Dr. Dranzel, who at this point has been like, "Scanlan! Finally." (chuckles)
