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, There they are greeted by you's father, Korrin. A ceremony is held, the whole village gathering to celebrate beneath a huge tree in the center of town.
DM: A short time passes. A few moments, before you begin to see the city suddenly come to more vibrant life. People are stepping out of their abodes. Dozens of individuals are beginning to come together, talking, whispering, and some looking back and watching you all in the outskirts of Zephra, until eventually it seems a procession of some kind is all gathering and moving out of this mass of people in your direction. As you look, you begin to see people adorned in similar clothing as to when you first encountered Keyleth in the swamps outside of Stillben. You see these leather-based, almost scaled-looking armor that drifts down to the legs. You see people that hold giant staffs that hold golds and greens and blue colors that mark the symbols of the Zephra tribe. And then, in the center of them, you've met once before, you see stepping forth, Korren, the father of Keyleth and the current acting Voice of Tempest of the Zephra. His long white, silver hair drifting behind him. He approaches with a look. Everyone holds back as he steps forth from the crowd and ignoring the rest of you, just goes and beelines straight to Keyleth. You can see him, he has a bit of a limp to him that you don't recall from last time, but he seems other than that in good health. As he approaches you, he clasps his hands out in front of him and takes a good long look at you as he reaches out and takes your hands into his own. "My daughter."
Player: I just drop to a knee and say, Kaitiyaki, father.
DM: "Kaitiyaki, Keyleth. We've heard that the defense of Emon was successful, yes?"
Player: Yes, we have defeated the Chroma Conclave. The help of Vox Machina and many many others, at the cost of many lives.
DM: "Good, good. I'm glad we could be of some aid to your journey."
Player: Yes, thank you. The Air Ashari were very valuable during that day. Very courageous.
DM: "And we will remember those we lost in that fray. The great sacrifices that they gave so that these children could live. So?" And at this point, he now takes notice of the rest of the group. "By what joy do we have of bringing your allies here and returning to your people?"
