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: "Oh!  Yes, we were making sure that it wasn't pilfered by any untrustworthy types. Of course, of course."
Player: That's so kind of you.
DM: "We're more than happy to help. You being such fine hosts to us, it's the least we could do." And he leans over to Kent. (murmurs something) You can read lips.
Player: I can read lips. What did he say?
DM: As he leans over, he says, "Kent, you better go get the box."
Player: Okay.
DM: "Right, okay." Steps away, runs up to the guest room that they were staying, comes back down carrying the small chest.
Player: Thank you so much! I open it up and count it.
DM: Okay.  It'll take you a little while. It's a lot of coin. You get, for about the next 30-ish minutes or so, you're counting through and you're starting to get towards the bottom of it and you've gotten to about roughly the 3,500-4,000 gold section, before Kent comes up to you behind and takes a small satchel and empties it into the chest as well and goes, "And that as well, sorry. Keeping it separate, so in case--"
