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, Caduceus tells him they may have that delivery, and Orly offers that Marius often hangs around the docks at night. you wanders over to another customer in the bar and asks about the mysterious tower, but she doesn't know anything.
DM: "Oh no, just passing through. Taking a break. I've only been here for about a week, and then shoving off back to this trade route towards Marquet, probably."
Player: Oh, a fellow sailor.
DM: "You a sailor as well?"
Player: Indeed. Not for some time, I'm a bit out of practice, but yeah.
DM: "What's your specialty? I might be looking for crew."
Player: Oh, I'm quite a strong back. Good with rigging, topsail. You name it, I've done it.
DM: "What's your rank?"
Player: Oh, I didn't quite make it up past making the crew. I'm afraid higher duty didn't quite suit me.
DM: "But you're looking to travel?"
Player: Could be. Do you have work?
DM: "I maybe got room for one more in the crew if you want to come along. Prove yourself a few days at sea."
Player: I might stop by. Where is your ship?
DM: She glances off to the side and points on the far left side of the harbor. "I can't really show you from here. Follow me." She steps up and walks past you towards the front and points to one ship. "Past there, the one with the grayish sails furled up. That's the Drensala Vis. That's my ship."
Player: Drensala Vis. Your ship? Beautiful.
DM: "She's been through a lot, but she's stuck with me for many years."
