It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Percival de Rolo, a human gunslinger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  ((not completed))
DM: Pushing further in you can see now the clouds beginning to dissipate, and also for the first time since you've been here you see blue sky directly above the city. The vibrant orange-red-purple colors of the sunset now come cascading along the city of Whitestone, and there's a collective (gasps), an inhale and gasp of awe from the soldiers and the people alike as this opens up above you. You begin to walk past. The Alcove's to your left, if you wish to--
Player: I want to stop in.
DM: Okay. As you start heading towards the Alcove you can see Jordana is already out on the front stoop looking up at the sky. She looks over and sees you. "Percival!"
Player: I give her a big hug.
DM: It takes her by surprise at the moment, and then she gives in and continues to give the hug back.
Player: This would not have been possible without your help. Thank you for everything.
DM: "Of course." She leans into the hug a little bit, then nods and then raises her head. "Did you see my father?"
