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, For you's initiation, she will have to embark alone on a hunt, guided by the Dawnfather. Cassandra suggests that Keeper Yennen might know more about the specifics.
DM: The amphitheatre set up, which Keeper Yennen usually keeps for all his various sermons. It's early enough where nobody has gathered. It is not any of the chosen weekly holy days of Pelor, so as you arrive, he looks like he's in the process of going through and sweeping and doing his morning ritual of upkeep. And you walk up and you can see his beard has grown a bit longer now and his grey has spread a bit since last time you had a true conversation. It's been a very tense situation. You can see occasionally the accelerated age that recent events has imparted upon individuals of the city. But as he sweeps and notices you arrive, "Oh, yes!"
Player: Hi.
DM: "Uh."
Player: Vex'ahlia.
DM: "Vex'ahlia, thank you."
Player: Lady Vex'ahlia, Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt, apparently, which I'm here to talk to you about.
DM: "Oh! Excuse me." And he wanders off and he puts the broom back in this little closet and clutter falls out. "Oh, god-- Just a--". Puts things back up. Closes the closet. Hobbles back in your direction. "You are-- You are the Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt?"
