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, Vex, you, and Pike convince him not to eat it, though, on the chance that the fruits are actually souls. Over the next few hours, the party make their way to a clearing containing the immense citadel of the Dawnfather, lit by a giant beacon of sunlight.
DM: "The Dawnfather is the god of the harvest. Good luck. Sorry if I came off a bit brusque. It's been a long time since anyone's talked to me."
Player: No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you.
DM: "Apology accepted."
Player: Would you like a hug?
DM: "No. I would most definitely not like a hug."
Player: Okay. Well, it was wonderful meeting you. Absolutely. Thank you. All right, bye. Okay, bye.
DM: "Good day."
