It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vex Vex'ahlia, a half-elf ranger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, They arrive at the Cerulean Palace. Realizing that Scanlan had J'mon's medallion when he left, they instead present J'mon's flute and ask for an audience.
DM: Yeah, it's easy enough to find. You head down to where the makeshift garrison, which has now seen reconstruction, actually being turned into a decent functional garrison within the town itself. A lot of the guards are out there running through their drills for the afternoon, and you can see Jarrett is in the process of running them through what looks like ranged combat training. As you approach, Jarett looks over and watches you walking up from a distance and kind of gives a wave, "Hello!"
Player: Hi.
DM: "So, everything seems to be in order here. I have to say, I am very glad to know that we have no more dragons for quite some time." And you see he's recovering; he's healing, but there is noticeable scarring on the side of his neck. And it looks like he's going through the process of recovering from the Thordak battle, but he's doing much better than the last time you saw him.
Player: How are you mentally?
DM: To be perfectly honest, very happy to not be anywhere near that terrible city. I never thought I had the sense for the slower parts of the countryside, but I don't know; I've come to like it here in Whitestone.
Player: It is quite nice. Well, you're welcome to stay.
DM: Well, I was intending to.
Player: We are planning to rebuild our home in Emon as well.
DM: Yes, yes.
Player: So it's up to you where you'd like to be.
DM: Really, you employ me so it is more up to you, but I kind of like the change in temperature.
Player: I do too.
DM: Bit chillier up here, north.
Player: Well, in case you're wondering, we just came from Marquet.
DM: Oh?
Player: Where we spoke with the Grand Maven?
DM: Right?
Player: Of J'mon Sa Ord. Spoke very highly of you and she's working on getting your name cleared.
DM: Really?
