It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Did some contracts with the Slayer's Take, but did not find it as exciting as fighting ancient dragons. At one point, while drunk late at night in the streets of Vasselheim, you found a random, also drunk, stranger and convinced that stranger to pull a card from his Deck of Many Things.
DM: The drunkenness fades from him ever-so-slightly, and now he looks washed. And you glance over at the far end of the alleyway, and there's a guy there who's dressed in long, long tails and a coat and goes: "Sir, how long are you going to be?" He goes: "Right with you. I don't even know what his name is. Well, thank you so much, stranger." And he pats you on the shoulder.
Player: Grog. Grog.
DM: "Grog."
Player: Grog Strongjaw.
DM: "Grog Strongthings."
Player: Maker of kings.
DM: "Great."
Player: Yup.
DM: "I still got one more of these." And he walks off and runs off to the carriage.
