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, He asks to know what Vox Machina have been doing over the last week, so Vax'ildan gives the account of what they accomplished underneath Kraghammer. Kima vouches for the account.
DM: Allura stands up and begins to leave. The sovereign stands up and as he stands up the guards come out and they come to his side.
Player: Good Sovereign, if I can have a moment? Did I hear correctly that Lord and Lady Briarwood were in town?
DM: "They were but a week ago."
Player: They were but a week ago? And they've left, have they?
DM: "Yes. Do you know of Lord and Lady Briarwood?"
Player: Just in passing. Did they have business in town? Was there something in particular? I'm just curious. It doesn't really matter. I mean it does matter but not particularly.
DM: "It was relatively routine, we're establishing an official trade route through the northeast. Spanning the Boreal Plane to Whitestone."
Player: Oh.
DM: "They inherited the region after the unfortunate demise of the Derolo family."
Player: Yes.
DM: "However our ambassador has noted that they've rebuilt rather well and honored the memory of the family and they're really committed to reestablishing the foothold of Whitestone in the north. So they came here on a diplomatic mission to open trade."
