It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Shale, a goliath fighter . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, As Scanlan manages to save Vax and Grog from Umbrasyl's threat, the group encounters a former Grog's companion, you, who also shows interest in killing the dragon.  Expand
DM: No, you come down and as you speak with the remnants of the Herd of Storms, many of which, a number of them did survive the battle, though scarred horribly, and many did lose their life in the battle with Umbrasyl. Zanror, Worra, recovering all right. However, the number's now thinned down to a simple 12 members of the Herd. As you speak with Zanror, he looks to you and says, "Shale. You live."
Player: Obviously.
DM: "Have you word of the mountain? The dragon?"
Player: I toss one of its teeth at him. He will trouble us no more. He is a bygone.
DM: "Good. Good." He takes the tooth and gives it to Worra. "Well."
Player: It's the work of those adventurers.
DM: "Vox Machina, they call themselves."
Player: They are truly great.
DM: "Good. We need greatness in this world. We--"
Player: Don't be so glum, you old fool.
DM: He grins to himself.
Player: This is a day of glory. A great battle has been won.
DM: "It is. But there's been a lot of cost in it, too."
Player: There's always cost. We will all die, it just depends on how. We died fighting a dragon, and we lived fighting a dragon. What more do you want? That's the smile I want to see.
DM: "I'm glad you're back, Shale. Your wisdom stays strong."
Player: Well, now that Kevdak's out of the way, maybe people will listen to what I have to say for a change.
DM: "We've been talking here. I think the Herd of Storms died in battle with the dragon. There's not many of us left."
Player: But there are other herds.
DM: "There are. And while we lost the Rivermaw, I think maybe it's time we went and joined them."
Player: I like that idea.
DM: "They're damper lands. Better for raising children. Take a break from all this warring and go back to a simple life. Will you come with us, Shale?"
Player: Of course.
DM: "Good. We'll set out tomorrow. At dawn, we plan."
