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, Grog gets his money's worth with an aggressive elf and Scanlan gets manhandled by a dwarf. Vax'ildan, you'ahlia, and Trinket do some reconnaissance on Greyspine Manor.
DM: The dwarves take a step back as the claw goes through the, "That's all right. I would say if that's your animal--"
Player: Yes?
DM: "--don't bring it here."
Player: Oh, good to know. Trinket, head back to that tavern, would you? People are getting nervous.
DM: (growling)
Player: I love you.
DM: Trinket begins to walk back. A couple of other dwarves that are wandering carrying some packages to the side make a very wide berth around this armored bear that's slowly moping its way through the streets of Kraghammer. What could possibly go wrong?
