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, Within an hour, he is presented by Chef Varon with a salad made entirely of thinly sliced meats; Grog declares it the official meal of Whitestone and names it GoFiBePo. After discussing what has happened, considering where there may be more ziggurats across the continents, and what to do next, the group retire for the night.
DM: He's actually eating out in the garden. He has one of the little tables set out there. It's a nice morning out in Whitestone right now. It's chilly, but the clouds have broken a bit. You can see some blue skies; a little bit of sun's breaking through. He's out there with Jecht, his associate, who's in the process of cutting his food for him while Eskil's sitting there, still looking through books and occasionally reaching over and plucking things from his plate to eat. As you approach him, he doesn't even look up. He goes, "Yes? What do you require?"
Player: Good morning.
DM: "Good morning to you, as well, I suppose."
Player: Lovely weather today, isn't it?
DM: "It is weather, yes."
Player: So! How's the research on the Shadowfell going?
DM: "It's done. I've researched it. I don't know what you require."
Player: All of it. All of the research?
DM: "As much as is in the tomes I have at my disposal, yes."
Player: Anything we should know? Anything important? Fill us in a little bit? Spark Notes?
DM: "It's a plane of negative energy, and elements of it are used to funnel the transition of souls from life to death or back. A number of it is scourged by undeath and those that skirt that process. It exists as a mirror plane, much like the Feywild. There are elements that resemble Exandria, but twisted, shifted. It is a very barren, very broken, dust-filled, dark-- not a very pleasant place, really."
