It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vax Vax'ildan, a half-elf rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  They make their way to Greyskull Keep, where they find that their old servants, Laina and Erwen, have returned.
DM: You guys head into the city, and with each street corner there's another building with a roof that's being re-roofed. You can see walls being re-stoned and structured. You can see carts being brought in from the docks as trade has now begun anew within the city, and there is a semblance of culture, life and society continuing to still re-emerge and spread with each visit to the city, and it's very heartwarming and harkening to the good that you've done through the struggles and challenges leading up to this time.
Player: I'm sorry, old man, who's in charge here these days?
DM: "In charge of what?"
Player: The city? Who's running things?
DM: "Oh, the Council."
Player: They're doing all right?
DM: "I think so?"
Player: Okay, everything steady as she goes?
DM: "I mean, my house is in ruins and I haven't seen my grandchildren but--"
