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, Keyleth knocks on the door and quietly calls out for Jordana. A nervous voice from inside asks who they are.
DM: 18. There's a pause. "Crazy grandma? Come in." You hear the sound of a locking sound and the door opens up ever-so-slightly. A very, very dimly lit interior, there's a small lantern, a hooded lantern across the room. Other than that, you see the shadow of Jordana as she ushers you all in out of the rain.
Player: So, hey guess what? It's started.
DM: "Yeah, apparently." She closes the door behind you, looks out the window that has the curtains closed and goes, "Okay. So. It's underway. It's not safe to be here right now."
Player: No.
DM: "Did anyone see you come in?"
Player: No, no.
DM: "Good. Who are you?"
Player: "Oh. Well." How about Seeming? This whole time, have we looked like crazy peasants during the battle?
DM: No.
