It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vax Vax'ildan, a half-elf rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, She locks the eyeball away in a box provided by Percy, and Grog stuffs Delilah’s corpse into the Bag of Holding. Eventually, after discussing how to acquire the diamonds for Keyleth's spell and what they should do with the eye, everyone prepares to sleep for the night in the forest where they have landed.
DM: "I wonder why he guards my sight. Well." She goes into quiet contemplation for a moment. You see the strands of hair that emanate from the sides of the mask slowly shifting like waves on an ocean. "This Vecna comes to your world to be a king?"
Player: That or grind us all into dust.
DM: "This is historical. Mortals continuously intend to find others to grind into dust. If this being has the power to block my sight, he has power beyond a mortal realm. Did you see anything? Anything else?"
Player: We traveled to the Shadowfell. There was a tower, and he had servants. He had powerful servants. A woman that we've fought before, and another, a man, a creature. I don't know. With a blade, a dark blade. And he was too powerful for us. He crushed us.
DM: "And in your short spark with him, you learned nothing more of his plan? No hint of what he's plotting?"
Player: He threw me to the ground the first second he laid his eye on me. He murdered my sister. I thought we had come to an arrangement.
DM: "We have."
Player: Where is my sister?
DM: "She lives, still. She is beyond my influence. However, your body is ash, and your soul is steeped in the divine energies that uphold the paths between life and death. You've earned your eternal rest." The mask begins to recede into the darkness.
