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, She asks the duo who they are. The footsteps stop twenty feet in front of her.
DM: Head's down. The footsteps slow when they get about 20 feet from you. And they stop. You keep your head down. The dwarf figure brings one weird, swollen, twisted arm in front of the other, crosses it. The chained figure, you hear all the jangling, shifting, and as you get a better glance over your shoulder towards it, you can see the chains that dangle don't just dangle, they're all kind of slowly shifting and spinning around, like hundreds of small snakes that are just readjusting and moving across the body. You can see its eyes, part of its nose through as the chains pull across and hide most of its features. The skin itself a deep, deep pinkish-red, like a normal body that's been constricted so much that all the blood has rushed to the surface.
Player: Off-the-cuff, do they seem familiar? Any idea on who they might be?
DM: No. But there is a heavy breathing from the female dwarf figure that just-- they glance at each other.
Player: I say, do you want to tell me? You want to tell me who you are? 'Cause I don't have a lot of time to deal with this.
DM: The chained one says, "You seem to walk with a white one."
Player: Who's asking?
DM: "I am asking."
Player: 'I' could be referred to many people, including myself. So I am asking--
DM: "Silence. You will bring us the white one, or you will be tribute yourself."
Player: What do you want with him?
DM: There's no response.
Player: I don't think you'd want me as tribute, so you'd best bet tell me what you want with him, because maybe we could strike a deal.
DM: "The white one caught the attention of a creature that I wish to see pleased."
