It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Taryon Darrington, a human artificer . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  Tary and the party are welcomed into the Darrington estate, where they meet Tary's father.
DM: His eyes dart to you with a fiery hatred, like how dare you speak up right now. "When your grandfather passed, when you were still but a baby, our lands were nearly taken from us by a rival barony from within the Dwendalian court. Lord Jaipher found loopholes to revoking our ownership and titles set by Oberon and in my panic and necessity, I found an ally in the Myriad."
Player: In the Myriad?
DM: "Through a whispered hint, I met a man named Korshad, who ensured our surviving ownership in trade for a partnership with him. I signed, not wanting to toss, at the time, my only child onto the street. But as the decades passed, I did not realize in my haste, the depths of the deal that I had made. And with many harvests failing in recent years, the agreement now devours our livelihood from within. They now demand our accrued debt paid in full or they take full ownership of everything."
Player: I'm having trouble wrapping my head around this. You're saying everything I've lived has all been built on this deal with this shady group? You're a criminal? You're just a criminal.
DM: "No. No, it is built on what we built as a family."
Player: We didn't build anything as a family!
DM: "We did, and nearly had it taken away. I did this to maintain it. And I let you live as you all deserved to live."
Player: But Papa, you never told me any of this. You were cold to us, and you told us a bare minimum of what you did and how you ran things.
DM: "I hoped to find a way to fix this before I needed to, yet here I am, prostrate before my own child. Broken." And he starts, like, tears just pour down his cheeks. "I was just trying to make it right."
Player: I didn't know any of this. How would I? And now I have to fix it for you by marrying some girl?
DM: "It's a marriage of convenience."
Player: That's still a marriage.
DM: "It means nothing more than political gain. Your life is still yours to live."
Player: No, it's not! I have to be here, I have to be with her. I have to live in her castle or she in mine. (sighs) Listen, I've learned a lot from these people over the last year or so. And one thing I've learned is that you are who you are whether you have a lot of money or not. And I don't have that much anymore and I'm still okay with that. And it's not because of the things I own, it's because of the deeds that I do. You've done some bad deeds in your life, and it sounds like you've done them to preserve our family and preserve our legacy, but that's not a reason to do them.
DM: He leans forward to you and looks to you with an honest, more honest than you've seen him, very vulnerable expression. "Every man and woman who has money has done bad things."
Player: Yes, I'm sure that's true. And I assume I'm somehow complicit in this.
DM: "You are not. I tried to keep you, your sister, and your mother as innocent as I could. My back is to a wall now."
Player: I'll have to think about this.
DM: "Think on it. The choice is still yours; I would not force you into this, but it is a chance I wish you to contemplate."
Player: What have you done to our name? Do people know of this?
DM: "No."
Player: And if I marry this girl, it will just all go away?
DM: "If you marry this girl, we will have the influence and the wealth to pay this debt and cut ties with the Myriad entirely. We would be a free family once more."
