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, She  Dimension Door'ed her way into the ritual room, which  Vox Machina  followed over the wall. She seemed to complete the ritual, creating this small, vacuous, spinning black sphere that is locked in place.
DM: Okay, your muscle control comes back to you and Cassandra is holding your freshly slapped face, gives you a look and goes, "Brother. Let's go to our people. Let's tell them that for the first time in five years Whitestone is free."
Player: Oh god. Yeah. I'm letting it go.
DM: She reaches over and she takes your arm in her arm.
Player: Oh god.
DM: She takes your arm in her arm and begins walking both of you back towards the tunnels.
Player: That one was enchanted. Okay. Two enchantments. Yeah, all right.
DM: And with that, we're going to go ahead and take a quick bathroom break. Meet you guys back here in a few minutes.
