It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, They have been watching him, trying to figure him out. Herd members are out getting ready for battle as Vox Machina walks through.
DM: He says, "We have company." They both sit back as he goes upright as you approach. "Glad to see you had the sense to take my summons. So. Now's the day where we prepare."
Player: Aye, wouldn't miss it for the world.
DM: (sighs) "First and foremost, Grog, take that shit off. It's really freaking out most of our people."
Player: It is pretty sweet, though, isn't it?
DM: "It's confusing, to say the least, aye?"
Player: We all have our preparations to make before battle. Don't worry about mine.
DM: "To each their own, I suppose. Heh. You've fallen in some strange paths since we last met."
Player: You have no idea.
DM: "Rest of you, can we expect your attendance in this glorious fight?"
