It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Fjord, a half-orc warlock . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, He confirms that Kylre was indeed a dangerous creature. Beau rather conspicuously hides her face while he is conducting his examination.
DM: Yeah, there's two guards still posted there. Most of them have already left because they're carting off the rest of your friends.
Player: Please, I can't seem to find any of my comrades. Have you seen where they have gone?
DM: They look at each other. "Yeah, they've been arrested."
Player: I was afraid as much. Could I make my way down to where they are being held? I would like to be present, if it would be prudent.
DM: "You leave our watch, we cut you." They both flank you side to side and push you ahead a little bit. They are glued to your right and left.
Player: Very kind of you.
DM: They lead you to the stockade. As you guys are brought into this chamber, Norda sets up.
