It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Keyleth, a half-elf druid . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, These stones are utilized, apparently, in both keeping the rift contained and keeping the city of Vesrah aloft and up towards the air.  However, in the process of them researching where these lodestones came from, it was discovering in recent years that they were byproducts of one of the krakens that lives in the Water Elemental Plane.
DM: One of them takes his bladed trident and hits her just gently on the side with the butt of it. She goes (snorts awake).
Player: Ah, that's how you do it.
DM: "Ugh, yes, young Keyleth, hm."
Player: Hi.
DM: She leans forward, putting on the presentation, but you can hear just that slight undertone of frustration. "What can I do for you?"
Player: Uh, yeah. I was just curious. I'm so sorry, first off--
DM: "Keep talking, please. What do you want?" (all laugh)
Player: You mentioned that there were only remnants of my mother that came back. Was she defeated by the kraken, or do you think this was from another means? Do you have any more information on her?
DM: "Child. There was little left of her and her allies. We found other pieces of her friends, but, pieces. Her leg was all we found. We could not recover much else, but the sea floor is littered with the many corpses and pieces of the kraken's various prey. It does not take much to ascertain the nature of her end."
Player: And you're sure of this? This is what the kraken does to people?
DM: "What it does to anything that crosses its path. It eats to survive."
Player: Hm. I was just wondering. If there was any other potential explanation or--?
DM: "I'm sure there is. There are many potential possibilities for anything that happens. I only have the information I was able to glean from the various scouts and teams."
Player: How long ago was this?
DM: "This was four, five years back?"
Player: Really? All right. That's not that long, really. Did she stay long?
DM: "A few days. Prepared for the journey much like you did. That was the last we saw of them."
Player: All right. I was just curious. Thank you.
DM: "I wish I had different news for you."
Player: Did you keep anything? From what you found?
DM: Her head turns curiously. "I fear I did not."
Player: Okay.
DM: "We gave a quiet burial to what we were able to recover, but that's all."
Player: Well, I appreciate that much. Thank you for doing that.
DM: "Of course, and once again, I am sorry for your loss, Keyleth."
Player: Oh. It's part of the duty.
DM: "Yes. Yes, it is."
Player: Well, I should be getting my rest.
DM: "Yes, you should."
